A Surprisingly Sane Blog

…woke up much too early after staying out dancing way too late.

…arrived at my dentist appointment 20 minutes early in attempt to make up for the fact that I was 30 minutes late to my initial exam last week.

…nearly fell asleep getting my teeth and gums tortured.

…tried to get myself killed on the freeway driving home all drugged up on Novocaine.

…couldn’t utter a cohesive sentence or walk a straight line when I got home, thanks to my numb mouth and fuzzy-feeling head.

…barely made it upstairs and passed out within seconds of my head hitting the pillow.

…fell madly in love with my husband all over again for working from home just to take care of me even on a stressful, busy day.

…wore my pajamas all day.

…didn’t bother get my kids dressed, either.

…still haven’t showered, even after (ew) dancing at a blues bar until all hours of the night.

…haven’t been able to stay in an upright position for more time than it takes to take a quick shit.

…decided it was okay to take it easy for a change.

…will not be teaching any dance lessons or go out dancing tonight.

…ordered pizza for dinner.

…am going to have to figure out if I can eat said pizza lying down flat on my ass.

Current Mood: Sickly

Last week I chipped my front tooth on the drive home from California. This morning, I had to get that tooth fixed, a cavity in my wisdom tooth filled, and a teeth cleaning.

And you know what?

It felt so good to get my gums scraped, poked at, and otherwise mutilated that I kinda’ grossed myself out. What on earth is wrong with me? Dental work should not be a pleasurable experience. Oh, but it was. Give it to me, baby, scrub my teeth clean, OH YES! HARDER! MAKE ME BLEED!

Okay, I lied. Not the whole thing felt good. The instruments used to hold open my teeny jaws didn’t feel so good. And the Novocain… well, I almost fell asleep on the Interstate twice, nearly hit a car, and just about ran a red light on the way home. Local anesthesia in my head-region and I are not friends. And the “rubber dam” thing they used to isolate the teeth needing work… now that was a little scary.

But dammit, the gum-and-tooth-torture part felt so good. I’m so sad that I have to wait a whopping six months to do it again. How am I gonna hold out that long?

I wish I could say the extreme feel-goods were a result of a vibrating dentist chair or something… but it wasn’t. I really am just that sick. It’s like popping zits… I just can’t get enough.

And now I have some seriously lovely pearly whites to show off.

Current Mood: Happy