The root canal is over, and now I am tripping along on codeine (trying to figure out in the middle of the night if I will be able to go off of these drugs tomorrow to do all the things I have to do in the next three days). Here is my list:
Miranda's PawPrint book presentation 8:15 am
Amelia's Pawprint book presentation 8:30 am (this is a recipe book that I also worked on a lot so I am eager to see this)
Go to school bookfair and get Percy Jackson book for Amelia, $12, and equivalent book or thing for Miranda
Go to ARD meeting at school 9:15 am (husband to do these meetings with me)
It's Dreaded Payday. Get money, gas, go to Wally-World for some groceries, get yellow t shirts for DI at Hobby Lobby (and some fabric paint). Need stage makeup that doesn't itch as well. Eat lunch (must be soup or something easily chewed). We are out of rum again so working in the liquor store might be nice too.
1 pm go with husband to Consignment dropoff in Grapevine. Note pickup time for stuff which I think is Tues night. Kids are going to Percy Jackson movie with LEAP class at the end of the school day, and are to be picked up by friend Phyllis for playdate. Try to get cookies delivered to friend and two other neighbors.
Bookfair tonight at 5 pm at school if not able to go earlier (try to avoid and do earlier in the day--it will be a zoo with 1000 kids at this elementary school). DI wine and cheese party from 7-9 (try to avoid--don't want to stand around feeling stupid and talking to other, better and more technically-inclined coaches and getting drunk, and need to be back on pain drugs by now). Steppes Populace meeting 7 -10 in Carrollton--try to go and deliver Girl Scout cookies and collect money.
Saturday morning: Thinking Day at 9 am--go over and set up Troop's presentation on Colombia (oops, still need to write the 3 minute oral presentation part. I have a 5-7 minute one already written but now I need to cut it down). Thinking Day goes until about 12:30 pm. Feed kids something--mac and cheese (I hate it but they love it). Destination Imagination work session at house from 2 pm to 5 pm.
Sunday morning: get garage arranged so kids can practice skit out there. Destination Imagination work session from 2-5 pm. Need to do makeup and costumes and skit bigtime.
Monday: taking Girl Scout cookies to Dallas during the day to deliver to people who couldn't come to Populace or don't want to wait until March Business meeting to get their cookies.
My life is such a joy. So I earned a law degree for THIS????
Anyway, the root canal wasn't too bad once they changed the radio station (I said in the lobby that I hated country music which is not entirely true, but I think they overheard me). I liked this guy. The fancy endodontist in MY neighborhood wouldn't take our insurance so we drove all the way to Carrollton. This guy was nice and very funny, and had a no frills not fancy at all office (bathroom down the hall and everything which was inconvenient for throwing up after root canal but one can't have everything). He had the gas, which is the important thing.
I like doctors and dentists who don't have really fancy offices. When they have really fancy offices I know they are making a lot of money that they don't know what else to do with, and guess who is paying for that fancy Mayan decoration (I am not kidding--my downtown dentist referred me to a specialist who was redoing his office to look like Machu Pichu or something. I ran out of there so fast it would make your head swim). This is one of the reasons I never got braces as an adult even though I really needed them.
This guy gave me some topical anesthetic that smelled like cloves (oil of cloves, like Mike Kavannaugh mentioned the other day, is still very useful thousands of years later). I barely felt the novocaine shot. Of course, I have a dreadful time breathing during these procedures because I'm a mouth breather. It's really hard to breathe around a rubber dam. Also, I just don't get stoned enough on the gas usually because when I breathe through my nose I sound like Darth Vader. Or in this case, the guy's wife's new English bulldog (OK, I didn't say he was poor, just frugal). He was indeed making fun of my breathing but I didn't care. I guess enough of the gas was getting through anyway.
No tvs or headphones or any frills here though, and the walls were painted mustard (and probably from back in the 1970's, not because he was going for a cool retro look). Also, my ipod was dead this morning so I had to tough it out and listen to him talk to the hygenist like I wasn't there (because of course I was more sober than they realized). I must admit when he finally killed the root of the tooth I felt a relaxation like I hadn't felt in YEARS. It was AWESOME (although of course now the sucker really hurts!) He said he didn't understand why no one could see anything wrong with this tooth the last time I had it looked at, since there was so much decay, and I reluctantly admitted how long it had really been since I had been to the dentist (blaming it on the various financial reversals of IT professionals since things started getting outsourced to India, and our sporadic dental insurance)--and he (and the hygenist) both said, "sounds like my world." I didn't want to admit that part of the reason no one has looked at my teeth in years
is primarily that I have become dental phobic and I just hate the f****** dentist! But I'm sure he knew.
So, Darth Vader signing off now--I really really want another pain pill!!!!
Pleasant Valley Mom, wanting sleep
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