Moving Day

Due to the limitations of my creative freedom at this location, Stranded in the Desert has been permanently moved and from this day forward can be found at:

www.StrandedInTheDesert.com

See You There!!

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3 Weeks with Dr. Hiney

Okay, so his name isn’t Dr. Hiney, it’s Dr. Heiner and he’s a dentist. For awhile there  I was calling him Dr. Hiney because I thought he was a bit of an ass.

You see, shortly after moving to Tucson, I broke my tooth. It was a tooth that already had a rather large filling in it from being broken once before. I was eating a LaraBar when it broke. You know…LaraBars? Soft. Chewy but not sticky. Yeah, a LaraBar!

My tooth was on it’s last leg I guess. I’m pretty sure it would have broken even if it had been a marshmellow I was munching on.

Anyhow, I ended up at Dr. Heiner’s office because he was what my insurance would cover. He (as I figured would happen before I even went in) said that I would need a crown and made me an appointment for the following day.

The next day I went in, had several shots in the mouth because they couldn’t get me numb, and Dr. Heiner went to town on my tooth. Before I knew it I had a crown. I thought the whole process went by pretty quick and that he wasn’t necessarily very focused on my tooth while proceeding to talk about his personal life to me, which felt like a major boundary failure on his part if I might add.

As soon as I went home my tooth hurt like never before, and when I say like never before I mean it providing I had zero pain upon arriving at the dentist. I decided I would give it some time. Perhaps is was just sensitive from all the work?

A week later, with the pain getting worse, I went back for a third time to see Dr. Hiner where he decided that the crown wasn’t on all the way and “patched it up”. Might I add he had to numb me for this too.

After being home for another week, my tooth hurt even worse than the first time he had touched it, except now I had a bad chemical taste in my mouth and could wiggle the tooth like I was in first grade and gearing up to lose it.

Once again, I went back to Dr. Heiner’s office where he decided he would cut it off and make an entirely new crown for the tooth. After 3 hours at his office and some 9 shots in the mouth (they had a hard time getting me numb once again) I had yet another crown.

It has now been 3 days since my second crown has been put on and my tooth does feels better, not perfect, but better. I still have some bad sensitivity to hot and cold and it hurts to open my jaw all the way, but my pain has gone from about a 10 down to a 4 or  5. Lets pray that it is on the path to recovery and I wont have to go back again.

So several hundred dollars later, some 14+ shots in the mouth, 4 visits to the dentist, 3 weeks of horrific tooth pain and drinking my coffee through a straw, and what do I have to show for it all?

This super cool T-shirt of course!

Dr. Heiner thought I should be compensated for everything I have been through, and so he gave me this T-Shirt. Yes, A T-shirt.

I have my doubts that my tooth is okay just yet. It still hurts and the chemical taste has resurfaced. I sure hope I don’t have to have even more work done.

so much to-do

Recently (clearly since about the first week of January), I have taken to being so overwhelmingly busy that I have failed to get much done. With an endless “to-do” list, battling off and on colds that have been circling about town, and being emotionally drained with all of the new changes occurring around me, I have failed to actually get much done. It’s as if my “to-do” list is so full, that in order to get it completed I must spend  less than the antiquate time needed on each individual bullet, leaving everything on my list with half of the effort it really deserves. It is not that I don’t have the time, but more so that my list is so long it overwhelms me to the point where I don’t care to make the time for it. I have decided however that it is never too late to go back and complete my list the right way, and that is exactly what I am off to do…

New Year’s Resolution Jinx?

It is the first Monday of the new year and surprisingly things feel much different than the last Monday of 2010 did. Perhaps it is because things really are different, or perhaps it is all in my head (the latter being most likely).

I used to make a new year’s resolution every year, none of which stuck for more then about three or four days. I would make various resolutions that would include everything from to getting in shape, becoming more organized, establishing a routine, to even trying to argue less with my mom when I was much younger. Over the years I have started to realize that making a new year’s resolution is simply setting myself up for failure. I would always resolve to make something happen, only to fail and leave myself feeling horrible, beating myself up over the course of the next few months. Eventually I would forget about the resolution I had made to myself until the next new year’s eve. The next new year’s eve would be where I would suddenly remember my failures to keep my resolution over the previous year and would go into the next year feeling depressed, frustrated, and upset with myself.

New year’s eve 2009 was the first year that my only new year’s resolution was to not make one. In place of a new year’s resolution I would simply think of all of the new things that were going to happen. Instead of making a task for myself and feeling overwhelmed, I had started to see some of what God had set before me over the course of the next twelve months. Some of the things I saw to happen over the following year of 2010 was that I was finally going to finish the long and treacherous road of community college and would be deep in an sonography program which finally made me feel like I was going somewhere. I was also going to become an aunt for the first time as my brother Andrew was having his first child, as well as gaining a new sister as my brother Erick was to get married. I had viewed the upcoming year of 2010 to be full of changes which excited me. Don’t forget however that I had this excitement of 2010 while still wallowing in self hatred over my failures of 2009.

Going into the new year of 2011, I am actually satisfied with all I have completed in 2010 and with everything that has happened. God had more in store for me than I ever had imagined. When I had finally stopped making a list of everything that I thought I needed to do, I was finally able to see/experience some of what God had in store for me. Not only did I submerge myself in my sonography program, I also passed my board test for sonographic physics. Not only did I become an aunt for the first time, I was allowed the ability to fully experience what it was like to hold my very first nephew the very day he was born. Not only did I gain a sister as my brother got married, I also gained a best friend and a fiance as I met, fell in love with, and became engaged to David (something I never thought to be in the books for me). When I finally relaxed and stopped jinxing myself with lists of what I thought I needed, and instead turned things over to God, I got way more than I had ever bargained for, and I love it!

For 2011 I once again don’t have a new year’s resolution. I learned my lesson over the past few years and for the first time I have started the new year being fully satisfied with the previous year and excited for the next. The changes of 2011 will include me graduating school, looking for a new job, moving out, and most of all getting married. I am extremely excited about all of these changes, yet at the same time I am very nervous and a bit scared. I have found it very easy the past few days to become increasingly stressed and have several scenarios play out in my head of how things could possibly go wrong. I have learned my lesson though. This year I am going to do my best to simply live each day as it comes. If there is one thing I learned in 2010 it is that God has a much bigger plan than I ever had for myself. This is why 2011 is being left in His hands.

Perfect New Year’s Eve Mess

I had my new year’s eve all planned out. It was going to be perfect! I would make homemade peanut butter ice cream, eat it before midnight, all while watching a movie with my favorite fiance, David. Little did I know that my perfect new year’s eve plan (which I thought to be fairly simple) would be more involved than I had anticipated.

I had gone to the grocery store earlier on in the day to gather all the ingredients needed for my peanut butter ice cream. I wasn’t about to get home and have my perfect new year’s eve plan delayed because I had to go back to the store for a missing ingredient. With all my ingredients ready, it was finally time to start my perfect new year’s eve.

7:00pm: The mixing of the ingredients had started. It wasn’t until I had read through the rest of the first paragraph of the instructions however, that I realized my ice cream batter must sit in the refrigerator for 1-2 hours before the next step of pouring it into my ice cream maker. Into the refrigerator went the ice cream batter.

8:15pm: Impatient as I am, I figured an hour and fifteen minutes to be close enough to 1-2 hours and it would be more than okay for me to continue my ice cream making process. As I read through the start of the second paragraph of the instructions, it was then that I realized the bowl that sits inside the ice cream maker must be completely frozen. Into the freezer went the bowl.

9:30pm: After realizing my parents weren’t going to stay up until midnight, I decided to move the whole ice cream making process out to the refrigerator in my room. On the way to my room I managed to spill ice cream batter all over the floor. At this point, I was nothing short of upset and just wanted to get the ice cream mess cleaned up and into my room to watch a movie with David.

9:40pm: Walking into my room, still somewhat upset, David had “set the mood” for our movie. The main light in my room was turned off and my desk lamp was on for romantic lighting. He also had a freshly burnt bag of pop corn waiting for me (explaining that it was burnt because he cooked it in the microwave for a second time with the intent of keeping it warm).


11:04pm: With the movie paused, I checked the bowl to the ice cream maker which to my surprise was finally frozen. I might get homemade ice cream before midnight after all! Pouring the batter into the bowl and turning the ice cream maker on, we then realized just how loud the machine was. There would be no way we would be able to hear the rest of the movie with it on. The great idea then came to David’s mind to put the ice cream maker in the bathroom and shut the door. This is just what we did!


11:35pm: It was time to pour in the cut up Reese’s Peanut Butter cups into the ice cream mix.


11:42pm: Four hours and forty-two minutes later we finally ate our homemade peanut butter ice cream (with the box claiming that it “takes 25 minutes from start to finish”) while watching the last part of our movie, all with time to spare before the New Year’s Eve ball dropped. Even with the mess and time delay, it turned out to be the perfect New Year’s Eve.