Happy New Year. I debated greatly how to start the new year. I could have gone with some challenging resolutions because that's incredibly original, right? Except that my own goals for the year are both murky and personal. And not especially clear to me yet.
So then I thought I'd start the year with a clean house. But when I tried to enlist the boys' help, they pointed out that I had a clean house for Christmas. Apparently I'm only allowed that once every 365 days.
Fine. I'll start the year healthy, then. I've still got more weight to lose, and I was going to add gym membership to my activities this month anyway.
After violent bouts of pain and a sleepless night, I spent the morning at the dentist. The rest of the day has been a drug-induced haze, and I'm scheduled to have two wisdom teeth pulled tomorrow morning. Considering my previous experience in this area, I'm considering drawing a big "X" on the side they're supposed to work on tomorrow.
At the moment I'm struggling to decide if I want to be out of my head with pain, or violently ill from pain medication. I think I'll go lay down while I decide. I'll be back when I'm better.
Unless this time he sews my fingers to my jaw.