On August 20, my boyfriend went into surgery to have his wisdom teeth removed.
Today is August 30, and he’s going back to the oral surgeon for the fourth time to see if his body’s ready to heal, or if his lower jaw is still having a party to which everyone is invited.
Our fridge is filled with mashed potatoes, yogurt, vanilla pudding, and Ensure. Our medicine cabinet: vicodin, ibuprofen, cephalexin, percoset. Boyfriend is exhausted. I’m exhausted. At one point, we actually discussed the mechanics of not having a lower jaw, just because it seemed comforting.
Throughout this process, I’ve come to discover two important things about my life:
- Baths really do make everything better. One day, Boyfriend took six of them just to get some sleep. (Side note: he finished the Erba Organics Milk and Oat Bath. “Can we get more? It’s soothing, and smells really good.” Take that, Boyfriend. I knew you’d love it.)
- During this…event…my outfits have been both the most amazing and/or ridiculous ever, due to the insane Seattle weather.
Seriously, this weather is insane. First there’s summer heat, then random cold-ass rain, and hey look a gigantic windstorm of doom. My muddled mind and exhausted body cannot keep up. I’ve paired cropped yoga pants with men’s extra large dress shirts, wool slacks with baggy tees, and once spent the day in a jersey bubble dress, a pair of sneakers and a Converse hoodie because I could not be bothered to put on pants.
I need more comfy clothes.
Because Seattle’s weather is so temperamental, I’m big into layering. This neckline is interesting enough to wear alone, but the sleeves aren’t so voluminous you can’t put a cardigan over them.
I know, right?! I don’t even have to say anything.
For sudden prescription-filling trips, this blazer would have been a lot better than my hoodie. (It’s also available in gray for those taking this neutral trend to extremes.)
Short, ribbed, long-sleeved amazingness. Tights and wedges, jeans and boots – or, um, just tennis shoes when I’m in a hurry. (Or unlaced boots! That would be so amazing…)
You’re damned right it’s a romper. This whole week would have been a million times easier if I could have tossed this on and run out the door.