1. I was at the dentist at 7:30 for them to make the temporary bridge for my teeth. I had three shots and had to raise my hand because I could still feel that shit. I had a total of about 5 shots in my mouth. My ½ a xanax did not really mellow me out much, or so I thought when I was anxious (see #4 below for more).  The laughing gas wasn’t nearly strong enough. I wanted to be high, people. Instead, my highness was barely there and interrupted my searing pain.
  2. The tooth from which the crown came off on the other side likely needs a $700-1,000 root canal. It’s not hurting now but fuck me if I put it off. Which also means I might need this pain pill later on, but let’s face it, I will need a lot more should my tooth really start in. Anyway, the crown was cemented back on.
  3. I go get my second TB test. It’s the same as before except it didn’t bleed as much and the nurse is much friendlier. It still hurt like a motherfucker.
  4. I go home to eat a sandwich. I eat a sandwich. I drink water. I am no longer nervous, but I am groggy from the xanax. I fall asleep. It is 11:30. I do not wake up until 2 and only then, because the anesthesia has worn off and my jaw is sooooooooo sore and my head is aching. I am supposed to be at work. I am fucked. I leave a voicemail for my boss.
  5. I get to work and lock my keys in my car. Okay, I think, this is unfortunate but I can call Bryan to save me because he has a key to my house so he can get a key to my car and brave the ghetto to bring my keys to me. He saves me, but I have to go to public safety to get them to unlock my door because my boss isn’t here. Bryan steals a Pepsi.
  6. So I’m in my office around 3 and look at my calendar. Oh. I am supposed to be at a training on campus from 2-5. And I realized that’s probably where my boss and admin. asst is. So I go. But then I have a brain malfunction and can’t remember which is the right building. I have to call a student worker at the office and we figure out it’s one of the buildings that are the farthest from where I’m at. I finally get there. It’s approximately 3:20.
  7. I walk into the training at the front of the auditorium, so everyone sees me to come in. I meet a lady who asks me to sign in so I oblige. I turn to go to my seat, miss a step, and fall, spilling the contents of my purse all around. If everyone wasn’t already looking, the presenter said, “oooooh, are you okay?” I died a little inside.
  8. I didn’t have any caffeine until 2:30 today. This is tragedy enough.
  9. I have eaten 6 of my 18 allotted Weight Watchers points today, which is approximately 250-300 calories and very much doubt I will eat much more because I want to just give up and sleep. Perhaps I will eat another orange later. Or not. I’d rather consume a pain pill than food. Lack of food may be contributing to my headache but I am confident pain killers can make me forget that.


To review, as my friend says, sometimes you just need to go to sleep and try again tomorrow. In addition, I should give a shout out to Paul for reminding me to curse when I bitch…I hope I have done you proud.