It never ends
So we’ve moved out of the basement and out of the clutchy claws of our bizarre neighbours, which probably resulted in a net loss of $700, simply because there has been no return of deposit (despite leaving the basement in better condition than when we started) and there is no point even thinking we’d get the debt settled so I’d just let that one go.
So the apartment is great! It’s hot as hell, though, which is only to be expected. What is the deal with the weather forecasts? How can it be 22 degrees out when the thermostat on my fan claims it is upwards of 30? And the sun hasn’t reached my side of the building yet!
The most surprising thing about this apartment is that I didn’t realize that for the next little while we will be living with our landlord.
This is him:
His name is Milo.
The first day was a little testy as we moved our stuff in and covered up his smell momentarily. There was some purring but also a lot of hissing and clawing. As of this moment, I have discovered that Milo loves to squeeze his face against a person’s neck and drool. I am beginning to suspect a hint of Siamese in him (which is exactly the breed I want, actually) due to his mood swings, his broad nose, his muted colourings (for a ginger, anyway), his drooling, his skinny skeleton, and his constant chatter.
He tries to talk to me like another person, but I have to just nod and pretend that what he is saying is so utterly fascinating because I really have no idea what he’s talking about and if I get it wrong he grunts and sulks in the corner.
At first I was nervous, never having had an indoor cat before, but so far it’s going very well and I will surely miss him when he goes.
In the meantime, there’s this underlying stress interfering with my life despite all of the lovely things happening. I’m not enjoying much of anything, I kind of miss my fish (Had to hide them from the cat, thankfully their room stays several degrees cooler than the rest of the house), I can’t get rid of these cardboard boxes because we can’t find any recycling bin for them, and this infection in my mouth is seriously pissing me off.
Mostly because I think I’ve finally come to the point where I should probably get my upper wisdom teeth removed.
And I’m terrified.
But really, it couldn’t be SO much worse than what I’m already feeling today. My wisdom teeth regularly get infected a bit, or a sharp bit cuts my cheek randomly and THAT gets infected a bit. And I usually just deal with it because it doesn’t normally affect my life in any way and it fades over time just like every other bacterial infection I’ve ever gotten in my life. Hooray for the immune system!
But this time is much more noticeable. The whole one side of my jaw is so amazingly sore right now, it feels like I’m terribly sick or something. Eating cereal was difficult, as it seems like my jaw is a bit restricted of movement this morning. Swallowing hurts. That kind of stuff. I can’t quite pinpoint the location of the pain, it’s just spreading. So I’ve been using the mouthwash to try to help out a bit because sometimes that works.
And I think this all started when I ate a pineapple. STUPID PINEAPPLE AND IT’S MANY BURNING ACIDS.
After this passes I’ll probably have to see a… dentist. *shudder*
Luckily, I am apparently now covered under a dental plan as a “spouse” and what better timing than now!
I’m terrified, not only of the wisdom teeth situation, but also the fact that I haven’t been to a dentist for six years, and considering I have such problem teeth when it comes to cavities, I can’t imagine what kind of horrible things will be unearthed.