I don't think anyone cares about a detailed analysis of my illnesses. I'm sure it would be more entertaining to write about the good parts of Vegas, which was very fun in spite of running on half-empty. I feel like the post-Vegas deconstruction phase is over with, though. Here are the other people who went. Here is a fabulous entry similar to the one I should have written, filled with anecdotes of delight. Here is a Vegasy picture of me to prove that I was there.

But you're going to get a detailed analysis of my illnesses instead. I'm all about giving the people what they don't want.

Anyway, while I was in Vegas, my evil Tootie Troubles came back with a vengeance. (That spells U-T-I for those of you playing along at home.) I've been prone to them my whole life, it seems, and I had them under control for weeks, which was great, until I got lax or something and one hit me extremely hard. I am now trying to get it back to the "manageable" stage again, where all I need to do is take my cranberry and Uva Ursi as needed.

I also have the worst allergies in memory this year. Sinus allergies that aren't really responding that well to Advil allergy, or Claritin, or Allegra, or Tavist-D, all of which I have taken with varying degrees of success. Tylenol Severe Allergy is great, but it puts me to sleep. What I really need to do is get some homeopathic allergy pills. They would be less severe on my system than all of the above, and the ones I took years ago really did seem to work.

In the meantime, here I am, dealing with the UTI and the allergies and now, the pain of two near-root-canal cavities. It's always something.

So yeah. I spent a good hour this morning doped up on nitrous oxide, in addition to which I took cranberry extract and the antibiotic I missed last night. Now the novocain is wearing off and, simultaneously, my allergies have kicked in. I took some Advil allergy & sinus, which doesn't help so much. I have a prescription for Vicodin but really, Vicodin isn't really the type of thing you just haphazardly mix with seventeen other drugs. Instead I'm going to take some more Advil, on the principle that Advil fixes everything.

I hope it doesn't get too bad, by the way, the pain. I was still quite loopy when my dentist was done with me, and I didn't catch everything that he was saying, although I did hear "root canal" and "don't eat anything" and "here is a prescription for some Vicodin." I'm thinking those aren't good signs, but all I was capable of at the time was a lopsided, drooling attempt at a smile. I'm so pretty.

I'm hoping that now the whining is over, and I can move on. This is why I haven't written, because I've been feeling whiny and crappy.

Part of the problem, I'm sure, is my physical indolence. I haven't had much energy for exercising and I haven't wanted to make things worse. Now I'm thinking I should just exercise anyway, since I'll feel crappy regardless of what I do. I had this great bike ride planned for Saturday, but I fell asleep instead. For four hours in the middle of the day. I felt better, but... sigh.

This week I am working late, but I also have a lot planned. For one thing, I have to clean my place--which is still a mess from Tim's visit--in preparation for the Visit from the Parents this weekend. (I have a feeling I'll be carrying around a notebook the entire time, jotting down the ridiculous things they say and do.) I love my parents, but I am tired just thinking about it. Dealing with them takes a lot of energy that I don't quite have.