March 29, 2009 § 2 Comments
Odo, my friend, you probably shouldn’t read this. For the rest of you, this isn’t a poor me story but more a cathartic purge of dental fears rattling around in my head after this past week’s adventures. If you don’t have dental phobia you won’t understand this and frankly I’m not asking you to. But I need to get it out of my head. Fair warning: it’ll be a lot of stream of consciousness typing. « Read the rest of this entry »
December 22, 2008 § 2 Comments
You know what? I had a big story all planned to amuse and amaze, but it can be summarized thusly: three sets of shots later and they finally got the damn mold to work for the crown.
“Didn’t even buy me a drink.” — Hellboy
December 17, 2008 § 5 Comments
Considering how well I’d been doing getting over the aforementioned unreasonable and illogical fear of dentists, today’s experiences weren’t so much of a setback as status quo.
I feel bad for the dentist. I’d been really good to date about all those things I’ve been bad about in the past. About the only thing I *didn’t* do this time was throw up on him. I consider that a major thumbs up. But, I did cry, hyperventilate, grab his hands once, grab the assistant’s hands once, and rip off the nitrous mask once.
November 17, 2008 § 2 Comments
Does anyone on my friends list know a good travel agent willing to work with an indecisive, utterly perplexed, no passport holding, financial imbecile with a strong tendency to lean on her Dutch heritage and penny pinch like she could squeeze tears out of Lincoln’s effigy?
November 12, 2008 § 3 Comments
Beets have an amazing effect on the human digestive tract. Try not to be so surprised next time. You’re not dying.
Those cloth things that go over your feet? It might be time to start wearing them again what with the cold and all.
The agreement we had about getting up and walking every so often? Epic fail. Try harder.
November 4, 2008 § 3 Comments
I am an idiot.
We left to go vote, amazingly found a parking space with no trouble, then became thoroughly confused because of the entirely mucked up layout of the new location. A few table turns and everything would have been better, but…no of course they don’t want suggestions.
Blood sugar. Amazingly low because I AM AN IDIOT and forgot to bring portable food.
As a result, screwed up my ballot twice. TWICE! I hate looking like an idiot. Then the machine wouldn’t accept it and just about everyone in line behind me was trying to help and being completely unhelpful because their suggestions were what I was already doing. The machines are finicky. Everyone knows that. Just shut up. Don’t try to help.
Blood sugar still low. Can you tell? I’m going to go gnaw on a chicken bone.
September 16, 2008 § 6 Comments
Other half of the mouth is done. Still numb to my sinuses. Spent a good deal of time before anyone touched my mouth explaining to the different hygienist that (1) she was not going to stab me immediately after the ugly numbing swab, she was going to wait thankyou very much and (2) by god she was using the max amount of nitrous she was allowed to or she wasn’t getting anywhere near me with the Needle of Pain from Hell.
In all, worse and better than last time. More scary for me because I knew what I was getting myself into and I knew it was going to hurt like all bloody hell. Better because I knew more of what to ask for. But I still have to go back. This was just the cleaning. Now I get to have cavities dealt with. Joy.
I want to be mad about this but I’m still whooped. I am, however, immensely proud that I didn’t once try to throw up or choke and I didn’t once consider ripping off the hygienist’s body parts, unlike the last time. She made me feel good by knowing the best pizza place in the town where I went to high school, so I cut her some slack.