OK, now I look like someone who had a pot of boiling oil held really close to their face for an extended period of time. It itches and I find myself waking to the sensation of me scratching my face. Which is pleasant for the first nano second, and then it hurts.

My beloved is a restless sleeper who snores and he came home late last night so I’ve had just a little bit of sleep. Add to that the new night guard and it’s been a little less than ideal to sleep. The night guard is supposed to help with bruxism – tooth grinding. I’ve always been a bit of a grinder and clencher but it was affecting one of my teeth to the point that I was worried I needed a root canal. Enter the night guard. I’ll give it the next two weeks and see how it does.

I admit that this whole Efudex experience has been humbling. I’m uncomfortable with how I look, and feel just bad enough to make me a little cranky. Add to that the fact that my weekend was shot through the heart on our abortive maiden voyage to send my kids off to Hawaii. There was a problem with the age of my youngest not meeting the unaccompanied minor cut off, and the age of my eldest not meeting the required 18 to escort. Their dad had to fly over to pick them up from the airport, instead of waiting for the destination arrival. They finally got out the next day, but by then the damage was done to relaxing and hanging out with my beloved.

My best friend and friend I have known the longest has to go in for a double biopsy on Thursday. They found some micro-calcification in both of her breasts and it make me very afraid. I will be praying for her and I hope you do too. While I suspect it’s nothing it still makes me afraid for her, and hits way to close to home.