Princess Tooth

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Image result for tooth with royal crown     I had my first of two dental appointments dealing with my crown. (I’ve been calling the tooth that’s getting the crown my “princess tooth.”) The visit went pretty well, considering I’ve had a cold for about a week, just started breathing through my nose again yesterday afternoon, and started coughing last night. Sigh.

The good news is that the nerves seem to be working, and it doesn’t look as if I’ll need a root canal right now.

My mouth hurts, but it’s a dull ache. Day before yesterday, the tooth was causing a LOT of pain, and I had to eat nothing but totally soft foods. The dentist said there was yet another crack in the tooth this morning, which is probably what was hurting two days ago. It sounds as if I were on the very brink of losing the tooth, so I’m glad I made the decision to go with the private dentist instead of waiting around for the dental school to get to me.

Every time I try to drink out of my water bottle, I dribble cold water down my cleavage. I need to venture to the kitchen in search of a straw. I’m getting hungry too, and I think I can manage some mashed potatoes now. I am longing for the day I can eat regular food without ouch!

Tomorrow I start a 3 night/4 day house/dog/cat sitting gig for some friends. I plan to take at least one long, hot bath; watch a lot of cable TV; and write more.

About Blaize Sun

My name is Blaize Sun. Maybe that's the name my family gave me; maybe it's not. In any case, that's the name I'm using here and now. I've been a rubber tramp for nearly a decade.I like to see places I've never seen before, and I like to visit the places I love again and again. For most of my years on the road, my primary residence was my van. For almost half of the time I was a van dweller, I was going it alone. Now my (male) partner and I (a woman) have a travel trailer we can pull with our truck. We have a little piece of property, and when we're not traveling, we park our little camper there. I was a work camper in a remote National Forest recreation area on a mountain for four seasons. I was a camp host and parking lot attendant for two seasons and wrote a book about my experiences called Confessions of a Work Camper: Tales from the Woods. During the last two seasons as a work camper on that mountain, I was a clerk in a campground store. I'm also a house and pet sitter, and I pick up odd jobs when I can. I'm primarily a writer, but I also create beautiful little collages; hand make hemp jewelry and warm, colorful winter hats; and use my creative and artistic skills to decorate my life and brighten the lives of others. My goal (for my writing and my life) is to be real. I don't like fake, and I don't want to share fake. I want to share my authentic thoughts and feelings. I want to give others space and permission to share their authentic selves. Sometimes I think the best way to support others is to leave them alone and allow them to be. I am more than just a rubber tramp artist. I'm fat. I'm funny. I'm flawed. I try to be kind. I'm often grouchy. I am awed by the stars in the dark desert night. I hope my writing moves people. If my writing makes someone laugh or cry or feel angry or happy or troubled or comforted, I have done my job. If my writing makes someone think and question and try a little harder, I've done my job. If my writing opens a door for someone, changes a life, I have done my job well. I hope you enjoy my blog posts, my word and pictures, the work I've done to express myself in a way others will understand. I hope you appreciate the time and energy I put into each post. I hope you will click the like button each time you like what you have read. I hope you will share posts with the people in your life. I hope you'll leave a comment and share your authentic self with me and this blog's other readers. Thank you for reading.  A writer without readers is very sad indeed.

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