Mind the quarantine sign...

Poor Sky had to go for his teeth cleaning the very next day after me. He got the same old guy performing the task. Skylar is kind of stubborn and he was very scared since he’d only been to the dentist once years ago. When I went back he was yelling at Sky and disgusted at me for not being able to “control” him. I admit Sky was overreacting since he had nothing painful done to him…no scraping, no pointy hook thingie being forced repeatedly into his gums, no electric scrapy thingie being forced again into the same areas of already sore gums but the guy wasn’t explaining anything to him either and was acting like he was in a hurry. Sky shed tears and the hygienist whips around to me and says “See what I’m dealing with here!”. Whoa buddy, he’s 8 for Christ sake. One spot of my gums still hurts really bad, the sadistic fucker. No cavities but needless to say, we will be going somewhere else for our next checkup/cleanings.

Mau went to the nice dentist since he had an emergency but his teeth are so fucked up that it would require us living in a cardboard box from now on to afford to fix them. Really, no lie…more expensive than my complete orthodontic care plan and that is a lot. I go 11 years with a passion for gummy worms and popcorn (foe to gums but terribly yummy and low in calories), flossing only when popcorn kernel thingies need to be pried from my gums (I guess that is more often than I previously thought)…point being, I have no tooth issues besides cosmetic and jaw/bite yet Mau cares for his teeth and gums like a baby and they are falling out of his head piece by piece. I think I read somewhere that dental issues were hereditary?

I got a call from Sky’s school today to come get him. He had puked in the middle of German class. According to Sky, they promptly moved the class to another room in light of the smell. He said he felt fine so we stopped by the bowling store to pick out a new ball for him. His body decided it was a perfect time for another bout of puking (out front of store) and “sharting” (thank FunkyB for that word) on the way to the bathroom. Poor kid. We immediately drove home with the windows all the way down breathing through our mouths. I never realized how far of a drive that is nor how fast Mau can drive until today. He puked again on the front steps then got thrown in the shower, jammied then put in bed. A few hours later, I tried giving him some Pepto but that got puked into a bucket by his bed not to be tried again. I did finally get some Pepsi and Goldfish crackers to stay down with him.