root canal

had my root canal today. it went pretty much like i thought it was going to go. the during part was fine...of course it was fine. why wouldn't it be when your mouth is totally numb? so that was fine. of course, now that the novocaine has worn off, it is not fine. in fact, i would say it's a pretty painful ache. nothing i can't handle, of course, but still. the dentist started writing me a prescription for vicodin but i regrettfully declined, stating that all that stuff did was make me throw up. as i walked out i realized that maybe i should have got some anyway to start-up my drug dealing business but i never have been to quick on the draw where that's concerned.

another bummer is that i have to go back in a week and that's when the clean out the tooth again and then fill it with this permanent cement stuff and seal it. so i have to do this all over again. dammit.

the only awesome part of the visit was when the dentist told me he was going to put a "dental dam" over my mouth. it's where you frame the one tooth you want to work on and then stretch this plastic latex over the entire mouth so that only the one tooth is visible. actually pretty genius but when he said "dental dam" all i could think of was 6th grade sex ed. good thing they don't still use laughing gas because i would have giggled my ass right out of that chair.

My aching body

The past week hasn’t been so great on the ol’ body. I’ve decided it’s better just to leave it alone and let it take care of itself. I think bodies appreciate being independent and self-sufficient and we shouldn’t meddle too much.

It started on Saturday when I went to get my first ever pedicure. Just to do it and get the first time out of the way. And to have a girly afternoon and see if it was something I wanted/needed for my wedding day. Wweelllll…it was okay. At least, it was good to spend an afternoon with the girls. But I don’t think I ever need to do it again. People touching your feet? Not that cool. This place was like a factory with rows of big chairs and two people working on every person. They sit you in this huge massage chairs but, of course, I couldn’t relax because two guys with suspiciously long fingernails were touching my feet. And my callouses. All I could think was, “you have the worst job in the world!” Of course, I only ordered a pedicure but turns out they thought a ordered a manicure so before I knew it they were doing my nails. I tried to say ‘no’ but the guy didn’t speak English so I gave up. I could tell the two guys were making fun of me in their foreign language so I just stared across the room at lori petty who seemed to be having a worse time than me. or maybe it was just the aged frowning face, fading tattoos, and hooded sweatshirt. either way, i was thrilled when they were done with my feet. though sitting at the drying table listening to dumb bitches talk about their new fabulous $300 jeans was also painful. just in a different way.

today has proved no better as my entire left arm is in severe pain. who knew that having blood taken was so painful? i'm one of those wimps who never gives blood. and, before today, i hadn't had a doctor check up in over twelve years. so there i was on the doctor's table when some nurse who looked 20 years old shoved a needle into my vein. the needle and the consequently bleeding was painful but i was so proud of myself when she said she was done. "that wasn't so bad" i thought. then the pain shot through my arm. felt like i was suddenly bruised and my arm was so sore. still is sore. can't really bend it. oh, the pain.

guess that's what i get for trying to take care of myself.