warning – whining ahead
Warning – whining ahead:
I went to the dentist this morning to get a temporary crown put on and now I feel like my mouth has been savaged by an evil dwarf wielding a mace spiked with fractal chrys-knives instead of good old-fashioned iron. The tooth in question is the rear-most left bottom molar – hard to get to as it is, but especially when you’re trying to sand it down on all sides. And despite what those who know me think, my mouth isn’t physically that big.
I guess it could have been worse – if they’d been trying to get at the tooth directly above it, they would have had to go through my left nostril or something. But my tongue is ravaged, the gum around the tooth peeled back and sore, and I’m feeling all of this *through* the numbness which still extends from the middle of my forehead down to that little spot on my neck where my left jugular is most vulnerable. Sigh.
At least my dentist is cute and a flirt and used to be a surfer dude in Santa Barbara, so we can talk beach time – or rather, he could talk beach time and I could grunt and gurgle and slurp and squint meaningfully. And he had a really cool saltwater fish tank. And played a tropical fish tape for me to groove on while he drilled and sanded and peeled and clamped and squished and abraded and poked and… and now I feel nauseous from the anesthetic, although thankfully I have yet to puke, which leads me to hope that there will be no puking associated with this little dental adventure. One can always hope.
Gee – wasn’t that exciting? Aren’t you glad you stuck around that long? On the upside, my dear husband got dot-commed a few weeks ago. I say that’s on the upside, on account of because he redid his website to appear more commercial-like for his new job hunt and has now embarked on the greatest adventure of them all: completing my honey-do list around the house. He’s been painting and caulking and sanding and digging and planting and everything. Yesterday he planted me ten different rosebushes, all soon-to-be gorgeous, as well as a dwarf lemon and a dwarf tangerine tree. Today he’s building trellises (trellisi?) to weave a couple of gorgeous jasmine bushes into for my olfactory pleasure. He’s such a sweetie… who needs cut fleurs for Valentine’s when you can have living beauty all over your backyard almost year-round?