Not quite perfect

[mrissa]

The dentist kept crowing, "Perfect teeth! Such perfect teeth!" But in fact they are not quite perfect: two of the wisdom teeth need to leave my mouth. An you love me, please do not share your wisdom tooth extraction horror stories with me. I already know plenty upon plenty of them. We don't have it scheduled yet, but that's on the list, oh joy and bliss. Make reassuring noises like "it'll all be over before you know it" if you must. I don't need the "seven weeks of total agony!" stuff.

The hygienist was at Kato State when the tornado hit St. Pete, so we talked about tornado memories when I could talk at all. I got her talking about her dog with her fingers in my molars, so that was just fine. ("Why should I talk about my cats when I'm in the shower? Am I afraid of my cats?")

I have no idea what's for dinner tonight, or what I'm going to manage to get done at this stage of weariness. I don't think "curl up with The Ionian Mission and stare off into space" is a reasonable agenda for the rest of the day, but maybe for awhile, at least....

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[ellameena.livejournal.com]

Mine was a piece of cake. One day eating soup, and I was fine the next day. :-)