Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Dentists...

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Good news and bad news. The good news is I don't have to go back, save for when a normal check-up or cleaning is due. I had thought I would have to make two trips this month. As well, very little was actually needed even then. No fillings or such. Don't let a dentist fib to you, your teeth can heal. I have come back from a tooth nearly needing a cavity before, it looks like I have done so again. Several teeth have improved, actually. There was definitely some work needed. But with brushing faithfully for the last two weeks, much less than was thought. They had me scheduled for two hour and a half sessions. I don't think I ended up with a full hour of work. I heal fast, by the way. Oh, right, the bad news. I can't feel my lower teeth or jaw even yet. Or my tongue, I am so thirsty but drinking is just asking for it. I may look for a straw... Make that two straws. *slurp* I really was thirsty, 24 ounces of Gatorade in about 27.325976 seconds, and I was typing too!

I didn't make it there in time for Mass. Some days I simply won't be able to get going fast enough. I still tried. I pushed as hard as I could. I moved things along as fast as possible. I missed Church by about 17 minutes. Maybe next time. You know me. I am prone to fail and incapable of giving up, and yet rather reasonable about it all, save when I am pouting about it. Hush, I have seen you in the pouting room before!

It looks like the paperwork will go forward so that I may enter the Knights of Columbus tonight. With that done, all that remains is the ceremony Saturday after Mass. All good, and timely. You have to love that.

I may be getting in over my head. But then, what does failure mean? It means I wait till next time. I am definitely tripping up the last few days, to week. We knew that could, would, happen. Oh, but taking the supplements today saw me to... doing what the water pills are supposed to make me do, in spades. If I miss those I think it can be detrimental. Perhaps putting those back in the pill feedbag will help. Dunno. But I am not quitting. It's... just getting exciting!

Later.

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