So my dentist appointment was at 8:45 this morning, so I already felt bad because khirsah
was going to have to take me, but then on top of having to wake up early on a Saturday, she was sick. I felt awful about it, but my tooth was worse again, and I knew I had to get it taken care of.
And then we get there five minutes before my appointment, and I fill out the paperwork and whatnot, and I ended up waiting for an hour
. Apparently I was going to need X-rays, and an entire family had signed in right before me and they needed films done too. Khir was listless and clearly not feeling well at first, but she got a little better right before my name was called.
X-rays were fast, but once I was in the chair, I basically stared at the wall for at least another half hour. When the dentist - who looked a little like Christopher Lee, which was awesome
, because I mean, I would probably let Christopher Lee do unlicensed dental work on me if he wanted, he's so awesome - finally saw me, I got a prescription for antibiotics and a referral to an oral surgeon. My bottom wisdom teeth need out, but the tops are fine, apparently.
But yeah. Antibiotics are being taken. I'm not noticing much effect yet, but I'm kind of wishing I'd taken the dentist's offer for a prescription for pain reliever. Ow.
And while we were waiting for the prescription to get filled at the pharmacy, we wandered into Pier 1 Imports and I bought a really pretty hand-painted Christmas ornament that was on sale and four small bars of handmade soap (scents were dark chocolate, oriental tea, mango rice, and one that's some sort of neat combo of lavender, vanilla, orange, and lemongrass). I'd feel guilty about it, since this is going to be an expensive month (holiday presents, postage, cards, paying for medical deductibles, student loan, along with paying for the regular stuff like rent and utilities), but I won $50 at work yesterday, and the purchases totaled less than $15. The rest of that windfall is paying for the antibiotics and one of the deductibles. Fun.
I was very sad to hear that Al Scaduto, cartoonist for the comic panel They'll Do It Every Time, passed away.
This is a comic that I've only been reading for less than a year, but it always makes me smile, and all I've heard is that he was an incredibly kind man. Lately I'd noticed a lot of panels devoted to the annoyances of hospital stays that were not reader submissions, so I'd been somewhat worried; I'm crushed that perhaps my suspicions were correct. Whether the syndicate decides to replace him or discontinue the strip, I'll be pretty sad.