While I was searching for pictures of Halloween to post on the blog, I came across these serious gems of Seth. I will need to explain…..
Seth had been growing a massive and quite unruly beard for a few months. It was a tad gross, but he loved it. Anywho- I told him he would need to shave it for our gangnam-style Halloween costumes, cause you don’t see a lot of Koreans with a red beard. He willingly complied since I think the thing was starting to bug him anyway. However, it appears he had some fun in the process….
He took these photos of himself with his phone, and texted them to me to scare me… I’m so sad I accidentally deleted the one that came before this. He had lamb chops and a handle-bar mustache.
Yikes!
Nothing says Chester quite like this photo….
Thank goodness that mustache came off! It made for some funny pictures, though.
Meanwhile……back in my world, a horrific throbbing had begun to take shape in my mouth. I am quite prone to toothaches, so I groaned, and made an appt. to see my dentist. After visiting my favorite Dr. Joe, an abcess in a former root canal was discovered. Joy. However, there were only 2 oral surgeons in my dental plan that could do the proceedure required to fix it since it was so horrifically messed up. One was on vacation, the other couldn’t see me for 5 days. I thought that would probably be just fine.
I thought wrong.
The next 5 days were honestly the worst of my entire life.
My face swelled up to the point where it looked like I had a black eye. The pain travelled into my sinuses and ear canal. I honestly wanted to throw myself off a bridge. It got so bad I had to call my dentist at 10:00 at night one night and he met me at his office and gave me some shots to numb my mouth, just so I could sleep. I will be loyal to that guy forever for that kind of service though! He really is the best.
After a few days on an antibiotic and my first (and hopefully last!) love affair with lortab, it finally started to get a little better. The irony however, was that by the time I finally got in to see the Oral Surgeon, he announced that the tooth was too far gone, and a repair was too risky. So, I marched myself back to Dr. Joe and screamed, “Just get this damned thing out of my mouth!” Yes, I honestly did.
So, I now proudly smile with one less tooth. And you know what? I don’t even miss it. My only regret was not pulling it in the first place, and sparing myself those 5 awful days. Who needs teeth anyway?!, right?
So there you have it. Some of the most attractive pictures of myself and my sweetie you will ever see. You’re welcome.





