I wasn’t sure I’d post anything today. Coming off 5 days of a serious migraine and attendant issues: fever, inflamed gums, toothache, eye aches etc. I’m at the end stage of the braces journey and I’ve never felt this kind of pain before.
Some people blurt their dirtiest secrets to their colleagues, the bartender, the cab/Uber guy. I’ve got a dentist (specialist in orthodontics). If you were a patient at LUTH and you had braces, chances are you know him. Anyway, Dr. Uzo was the very first doctor I felt comfortable with. Maybe it was the fact that he smiled, maybe it’s the fact that he’s kind, maybe it’s the fact that he has my time. Maybe it’s the fact that he does not stand on ceremony. Maybe i just like him.
So, on Thursday last week, I had a dental appointment and after the dental stuff was completed, we sat down for our usual gist session. Then he had to go somewhere to do something and i was leaving through the same place. So we walked and talked and when we got to his car, he opened the boot to put his dental equipment (Dear Public Hospitals, please provide dental equipment and tools for your doctors, yeah. It’s shameful that they have to each buy theirs. Thank you!) and I saw something shiny.
It’s a set of salad bowls. He was obviously looking for someone to give it to and I showed interest (in the packaging), so see my salad bowls everyone. It almost makes me want to start experimenting again. Almost.
And sure, I didn’t need it when he gave it to me,
beggedmetotakeitoffhishands but later events that day made me soooo grateful for it.
So I’ve mentioned the dog in passing before. The truth is the dog is a 9 week old puppy named Mikey. His full name is Michelangelo. Yes, I named him after a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. My brother said that. I only call him by his full name when he’s irritating me.
When we first got him, about a month ago, he was scared and his first night, I went to check on him only to see that he was trying to escape. How cute. So he sleeps inside the house at night.
The dog, puppy actually, has developed a ritual which must be respected. The minute anyone he has gotten comfortable with steps outside the house or steps inside the house, you must stand still while he runs around your leg three times, licking them both. If you don’t, he bares his admittedly adorable little teeth and growls at you. In the month we’ve had him, the first week was dedicated to him trying to run away. I’d go close to him and read to him (so he’d get comfortable hearing the sound of my voice) and he’d growl at me, I’d laugh at him, he’d whimper and then rest his head on his paws.
He let me touch him on the 5th day but until the day i gave him his second bone, he and I were not as close as we could be.
These days, he stands up on his hind legs whenever he sees me. And quite often I get the feeling that he wants me to carry him like a baby, the way Nonso does
But nahh, I’m not going to succumb.
So Wife Material Season 3 ended. Go read it please. The story is awesome. And like I suspected, there was a divorce. Two actually but I wholly supported one. Still, since I started working (this is not a confession about how I hate my job. I actually really like it), I’ve seen a couple of divorce cases and had my heart broken by the facts. I’m not going to go into the details but they were ultra depressing.
It’s just made me realize that marriage is what you make it and there are 2 sides to every story.
To protect your sanity sha, please don’t get married to someone unless you know them inside out, upside down. Because, if not, you just may find yourself getting married to a HIV positive thief. I don’t agree that love is blind. But even if it is, don’t go into marriage blindly. Please.
So both arms of my extended family are super duper uber close. I’ve said this before, I have a lot of mothers and a lot of fathers. I just haven’t said it here. And consequently I have a ton of cousins.
Anyway, earlier this evening, my uncle on my mom’s side called her, and while i was eating, I noticed that my mom was making those ultra surprised/ scared noises you make when you’re hearing bad news. But then again, my mom is very dramatic.
The gist of the story is: Chike (my cousin Chike, not my brother) and Ikenna (cutie) were on the road. It was raining heavily, the car skidded, then somersaulted multiple times. The car is a write off but my cousins are hale, hearty and jokey.
Thank you God.
When I started this, I asked for miracles to present, thank God with me for this one.
My great aunt on my dad’s side passed on last week. She was getting close to her 90th birthday. I’m so thankful for her life. She’s lived it and lived it very well.
Thank you Lord.
Any miracles you’d like to share?
http:// eccentricsheepie.wordpress.com/2016/03/12/commentary-for-i-am-getting-back-up/ – The poem was lovely.