It lives! It moves! It blogs!
Hi everyone!!!
Really, I'm not dead.
However I have been suffering from a really fantastic toothache that started last Sunday, but I kept thinking, "It will go away. It'll fade. It'll go away. It'll go away. IT WILL GO AWAY."
But, here we are, Thursday night Friday night, and I'm still alternatively popping Co-Codoamol and Ibuprofen and swabbing my mouth with Listerine and then Ambesol and then toothpaste and then more Ambesol. And then whiskey.
Yes, I hear you, GO TO THE FUCKING DENTIST.
Which would be a lot fucking easier if I didn't have an overwhelming fear of the dentist. Why am I afraid of the dentist?
Age 5: Cate has bad reaction to laughing gas, makes her freak out and feel like she's dying...rips off "dental bib", and starts screaming bloody murder. Claws through the air, which she believes to be a glass wall, to get to her mom.
Age 19: Cate needs root canal because she's scared of the dentist and doesn't like to go. Dentist doesn't use enough Novocaine before he starts drilling, LOTS OF PAIN, she see stars and almost pass out.
So, there you go.
But, aside from ringing up lots and lots of cranky, British dental secretaries and asking them if they have a contract to give out Valium ("Or any other sedatives. Anything? No?") I've been a bit busy....
As you might have seen around the hood, or on Miss.Scotch's magnificent tits, it was my birthday on the 2nd.
I got drunk on cheap cider and took a lot of photos of myself - as one naturally does on their berfday.
It was good times...
Oh, and then we moved flats three days later. For the past month we had been living with Iain's brothers, and while I love them dearly, I never want to live with two bachelors again. Ever. (BUT I LOVE YOU BOTH VERY MUCH!!) But seriously. Never ever.
Packing was tricky, but at least I had my priorities in order...
Step one:
Step two:
And there you have it, Vodka Bunk Beds!
...Also known as "How People With Drinking Problems Move!"
Thank you all so much for your birthday wishes, and for all of your constant support and interest in my cupcaked, immigrant, bloggiful life. I love you all. I do! I do!
More pictures of our new place to come soon....
(I have a pink kitchen, y'all. Complete with cupcake candles. You can only begin to imagine my excitement!!!!)
Comments
Again, happy birthday. Looks like you had a fabulous time. And congrats on the new pad. I'm glad the kids got bunk beds - wouldn't want them getting lonely.
awwww, I'm sorry about your toothache, I hope it gets taken care of soon with minimal pain. Novocain rarely takes on me the first time, he comes back with instrument of torture and I'm all WAIT!!! NOT NUMB!!!! and then he jams the needle in again and twists it around and Novocain drips all over my mouth and then my whole head is numb. One time he actually had to put a stitch in where the needle went. He always tells me what a good patient I am, esp when he's breaking a sweat trying to ply out a particularly stubborn wisdom tooth..
I'm not helping things am i...
anyway. Good to have you back and I can't wait to see pics of the new place, especially the pink kitchen, omg.
Happy belated birthday, Cate !!!
That pink kitchen - AH! I am just soooo envious
Like CP, I can't wait to see pics of your new flat.
Party on...
As far as going to the dentist: Eeck! I share the fear.
I hope you'll get up the courage to go though.
Toothaches like that are the worst.
But on a completely different note, I keep meaning to try Vox vodka but haven't gotten around to it yet. Bah. (And how is it? I'm rather picky about my vodkas!)
And I so remember moving like that. My last roommate and I had both do that to many bottles of wine and liquor.
I started getting one now that I'm pregnant. Mom tells me it's very common to get them during pregnancy too. GREAT.
I too have a fear of dentists. She told me to go to the Dentist after the baby arrives ASAP. It's not that bad yet though. Only when I eat really cold stuff... then it gets really sensitive... I, too, keep saying, "It'll go away...".
Feel better. =)