This is Weird....

Today I had a dentist appointment. I love dentist appointments. Many people cock an eyebrow at me when I say this, but you're on the other side of the screen so I can't see you cock an eyebrow. I was headed to said dentist appointment, expecting a cleaning, but wasn't until I was seated in the chair, our dentist walked in a stuck a needle in my mouth that I realized that I wasn't there for a regular cleaning (how come people don't tell me these things??). At first I had no earthly idea why there was a needle in my mouth ("new and improved way of cleaning?" was the first thing that went through my mind) but when my mouth started to go numb and the dentist told me that I was going to have a filling, I caught on pretty quick. For about 20 minutes the dentist and the hygienist had an ridiculous amount of tools in my mouth at the same time. The good side was that I got to watch the History Channel the whole time. Every once in a while the hygienist would break my concentration on the program about tsunami's to tell me to close my mouth and bite down on this or that or close my lips so she could stick that little vacuum thing in my mouth. Any way, after about 20 minutes of that, they turned off the TV and called my mom in. the dentist then expounded on the type on sealant (did I spell that right?) he had used, what had been done et. But now.... almost an hour after the whole thing I can't feel half of my face, half of my tongue and half of my lower lip.... thus the title of my post, because it is really weird. If any of you have ever had local anesthetic, then you know how it feels, but this was a first time experience for me.

Shortly after I got home I walked past the mirror in our front room and just happened to glance into it. It was then I realized I had a string of drool on the left side of my face that had managed to take advantage of my numbed state to sneak out of my mouth.... thankfully I was able to catch it before anyone saw it... ah the wonderful thing about mirrors! :)

But for now, my mouth is still numb and I'm having quite a bit of trouble trying to get out an intelligible string of words.

On another note...

It just happens to my my Daddy's birthday day today. We are planning on an dinner of homemade hamburgers (a special favorite of his) and then heading over to another family's house to celebrate his and another gentleman's birthday. I think it'll be fun.

He had a friend his from Canada (where my Dad's actually from) call to wish him a happy birthday. I picked up the phone and after a bit of conversation, they said "You know, you don't sound a bit like you're from the South, you actually sound more like a Canadian." I'd have to disagree... if they could hear me talk on a regular basis they'd probably change their mind, but there it is, straight from the mouth of a Canadian. :)

Well, I'm off to go make Dad's birthday cake.

Till next time,

Emma