May 15, 2017
9:48 p.m.

Is there anything more fun than a trip to the dentist?

What's that you say? Everything is more fun than a trip to the dentist?

Yep. I agree with you.

So, you probably think I went to the dentist today. You're absolutely right! And, fool that I am, I scheduled it for first thing in the morning, effectively wrecking a whole day.

Not all my trips to the dentist are awful. Really! But today--ugh.

Basically, all I needed was a couple of fillings. So it should have been simple, right? But I have another tooth that needs a root canal, and I can't afford to have it done yet. It's right next to "simple filling tooth", which--even though I asked for numbing--the dentist decided didn't need to be numbed, So when he started to work, and the assistant was blowing air on that poor tooth, I said, "No, no, no, you have to stop this! Ow!"

Well, he stopped and took a look, and said, "Oh, look, you have a bad tooth right here! That's why you wanted to be numbed! Now we're on the same page!"

Well...DUH!

So they numbed me up and started on the other tooth--on the other side of my mouth--instead, and that went fine.

Then we had the filling vs crown talk, and I can't afford a crown right now, so the filling I just had is destined to fail sometime in the future. Yay.

After the appointment I had to deal with an asthma attack, so I sat myself down at a bus stop and took a couple of pulls on the old lung-sucker until everything settled down. I think bone dust and stinky pain injections might have played a role in that, but most likely it was just good old pollen and pollution.

I walked home--a little over a mile--and my bum knee, which is already mad at me for the uphill trek I took on Friday's mammogram trip, decided to swell and stiffen up, so I actually had to take another rest at another bus stop. It bummed me out; that's a simple walk, usually! Gee whiz!

It took me almost twice as long to make the walk home than it usually does, and by that time, the good old pain meds were wearing off. At least my lower lip no longer made me feel like Forrest Gump's good friend Bubba. But my still-bad tooth was singing a mournful song, and all the injection sites were part of the chorus. My knee was competing with my mouthl, doing an "I feel worst" mantra that sent me limping to my room to watch "Supernatural" reruns and avoid people.

Twelve hours later, I think the knee might be winning the whining race. I might have to deal with that joint one of these days. It's been ages since the last flare up. I wish I knew what really did it--I walk all the time, so I probably just stepped and twisted a little incorrectly.

I feel old.

By the way, does anyone else feel like the worst thing you can do after a dental visit is yawn? Ow!

Hahaha!
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Okay, I'm done complaining about going to the dentist. I should be grateful that I could go and get some work done. At least I kept all the teeth they messed with today!

See? Now I am smiling.
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Now I am sitting here with my granddaughter watching "Home Alone". How funny. It's not time for Christmas in July yet--it's not even June!
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Hey! I just found out Alice Cooper is going to be at the Paramount next month. How did I not know this sooner?! Must manage tickets! Must manage tickets! I will probably have to go alone this time, if I manage to make it there at all. I'm not very happy with myself for not knowing this sooner. Bad me.
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Wow, the house in "Home Alone" is amazing. My granddaughter and I agree that we'd be pretty happy in that house. She could spend all her time on the third floor. Awesome. Of course, we could never afford it--but we can dream!
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There's an advantage--and probably a disadvantage as well--to retreating to your room and watching re-runs all day. I missed a lot of news coverage during the day. Sadly, I turned on my computer this evening and--hoo boy! I miss the days when I ignored the news. I miss the days when I didn't care about politics. I was happy in my ignorance. Now I live in fear of a madman who is nothing more than an overgrown bully and show-off who has no filters and can't keep his mouth shut. Sad.

It irks me.

I never get to use that work: Irk. I find him irksome.

Tee hee hee.
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Well, it is time for me to say good night.

So...Good night!!