Recently in The winter of my discontent Category

Seriously.

In September 2008 following my 42nd birthday I developed an ear infection that hung on until January 2009 before it was healed. It is now April and it is back.

My teeth have decided they no longer want to live in my mouth and I am in the process of extensive dental work which included a root canal and crown. Midway of the root canal the over zealous nature of a dental drill sent the particular root into the netherworld never to be seen again and I had to have oral surgery. Next is some dental procedure to replace the tooth. I do not plan to meet Jesus as a snaggle tooth even though my teeth seem to have other plans.

The skin on my face, particularly on my forehead, has decided it would prefer to be a flakey oil slick that requires twice daily buff puffing and moisturizing. I am investing heavily in Oil of Olay from here on out.

My chin has assumed it is of the male origin and has sprouted a beard. (I am ashamed and cringing to write that.)  :(

While giving birth to Steven I was forced against my will to be catheterized. The hospital makes it manditory if you have an epidural, which I did not know previous) to exonerate them from an liability of a pregnant woman walking around and causing injury to herself. At the oddest times my bladder leaks and has done so since the procedure. It was NEVER an issue at any time prior to that moment in the hospital. Let me direct you to this documentary you need to see!

I have the oddest twinges at time. For instance, this current run is like an electrical zap along my hip if I move in a certain way. Believe me I am trying not to move in that way. I will be a pathetic mean old lady if this keeps up.

I have had 8 varying viruses this year. Each one following a virus invading a different member of my household. They get one or two and I get them all as I am the one designated to care for the sick.

I also got new glasses a couple months ago. 'Progressive' lenses. Meaning I am wearing bifocals but you can't tell that I am. I hate to admit it but I sure can see to sew a fine stitch now.

I could list more but I am scaring myself.

I have 3 months left until I am 43.

Someone please me it will get better.