Monday was a day completely full.

Mr. Kaos awoke early and started his day.

A little later I woke up and started my day.

A little later than that I woke up a sleepy headed K.

We did all the ordinary Monday morning things (except that Mr. Kaos was working from home).

Once the morning routine was out of the way we started getting ready to go. Xithor and Sadimac arrived to watch K for a while in the lunchtime part of the day and Mr. Kaos and I skidded out the door and hurried down town for Lunch 2.o.

We went, we saw, we conquered. We met a few nice people, saw a few people we know, sat with some friends while eating in a vast riser like area within Wieden+Kennedy and enjoyed a couple of hours with lovely Portland tech types before heading home.

That having gone well, I was content as I sat and listened to K as she told me all about her lovely 2.5 hours with her uncle and aunt.

Then I did some things I needed to get done, did some more things that needed to get done and then threw in a load of wash just to top things off… Still working to wrap up the necessary portion of my day I sat down at my computer to check a restaurant’s menu and to recheck movie times (as we were heading out with some friends to do those things in short order). Things had been running smoothly all day, so really it was not a surprise to me when my computer didn’t turn on.

“Fuck” I muttered under my breath.

I gave it a few tries but it wasn’t intending to turn on for me so I closed up my laptop and set it aside. I quickly logged onto Mr. Kaos’ old tank of a laptop (the one I am writing on now) and checked the few things that I needed to. I choseto keep the broken computer to myself. There was nothing we could do about it at the moment and it would only make Mr. Kaos grumpy… better to let him enjoy his dinner and movie with his family and friends…

Not much time passed, but alot got done and we suddenly found ourselves at 5 o’clock with our lovely dinner dates knocking at our door. We gathered K and a small toy and stepped out the door with mister and missburrows and then all together we grabbed a quick bite to eat.

The food was good, the movie was wonderful and the company was great. Our evening’s entertainment drawing to an end we all walked back to our house. On the way I informed the entire crew of the untimely passing of my laptop. I was commended on my calmness over the whole matter. I realized that I was very calm about the whole thing. Last time this happened (only a year ago) I really lost my cool. Good for me, I thought.

Once inside I had K put on her nightgown, tucked her into bed and read her a story. Moments after I kissed her goodnight she slipped off to dreamland. I headed into my bedroom after a long day and curled up in bed. Mr. Kaos had more work to do, status reports of some kind, so as he worked late into the night I lounged only a foot or so away from him to read my book. It was soothing to be so close to him even though we were both wrapped up in our own doings…

It had been a really good day and I didn’t let a stupid computer dying change that.

But it was getting late, and I was getting tired.

I got up and went in the bathroom. I peed, washed my hands, brushed my teeth and was just using the mouthwash when I felt something odd in my mouth. I quickly realized a filling had come loose. I spit it out in the sink and suddenly I was burning up, my ears were ringing, breath would not come…

Fade to black.

And then Mr. Kaos was calling my name and lifting me off the pleasantly cool tile floor.

As much as I hated that flood of panic and the clouded hour of trembling that followed, I have to imagine it was worse for Mr. Kaos to hear the thud of my body crumpling to the floor, to find me unconscious, to see me curled up in a state of panic unwilling or unable to answer even the simplest of queries.

Apparently? I don’t deal well with dental issues… keep your fingers crossed that I don’t hurt the dentist next Monday when he goes to fix what’s broken…

19 thoughts on “panic…

  1. Bubblewench says:

    Oh, that stinky. I hope the dentist survives the visit. You’d be better off passed out for that anyway. Good luck.

  2. Travis Erwin says:

    This just proves that some days are gonna be shitty no matter how hard we try to turn them around. Hope the toothers don’t cause you too much trouble between now and your appointment.

  3. mielikki says:

    scary for poor Doc Normal. Don’t be doing that again! I am sure the dentist would appreciate you not fainting, as well

  4. Stu says:

    Ah, fainting wives. Stephanie has gone ‘thud’ on me at least 3 times. Fun stuff.Hope your dentist visit is filled with conscious sedation (hey, look that lady way down there is getting her teeth worked on, she looks happy) and easy going.-Stu

  5. missburrows says:

    Oh, sweetie! The most important question here, is…how did your hair look? I bet you looked hot! :)(Thanks for turning off CAPTCHA, btw)

  6. Jo Beaufoix says:

    Oh sweetie, my fingers are crossed. That must have been so horrible for you both. Well done on the staying calm with sick laptop though, that was good. :D

  7. CamiKaos says:

    jo: I was so cool… until the tooth thing.lori: it doesn’t hurt, that’s why I don’t go in til monday. If it hurt they would have squeezed me in yesterday.angel: the post frustrating part was that I couldn’t sleep I was too wound up.belle: I hope your teeth are OK.

  8. holly says:

    my goodness. did you do something to piss of that-guy-in-charge-of-the-karma? whatever it is, don’t do it any more! sending buckets of good thoughts for your teeth. teeth issues SUUUUCK. in comparison, next week’s gonna ROCK! just trying to be helpful. . .

  9. stephanie (bad mom) says:

    Yipes! Though I have passed out a number of times due to low blood sugar, blood pressure, stress, illness (see Stu’s comment), I’ve never gone to black quite as fast & hard as you.You win. :D

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