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December 20, 2007
Son of a...!
So, I've been nursing a mildly annoying toothache for... um... like 18 months now. Mildly annoying, I can put up with for, apparently, a really long time.
Until it becomes a pain of the excruciating (i.e.: squirreled away Vicodin) variety.
That means, now, instead of trying to go to the "girly doctor" during early drop-in hours tomorrow, I get to try and go to the dentist.
Either way, tomorrow looks like F-U-N, huh?
So, please send good-health, pain-free vibes in a beachward direction.
And don't bother trying to call.
Turns out the phoneline will start working again, randomly, at some point after we call to cancel the technician they're gonna send out to inspect it (y'know, because we don't want to spend the $90 to bring 'em out here if the phoneline is working, nor waste anyone's time, so we'll cancel the guy), and then it will stop working again. (Could this setup ever produce a short during the rain? Nah!)
And now that we've cancelled the guy, it's gonna be MONDAY before he can come out.
Any thoughts on how I can:
1. not be in pain
2. be productive
3. stay motivated
4. get through the "dark days"
will be muchly appreciated.
("Dark Days," somehow, don't get easier each year, even though I think they should. This is the anniversary of the period of time between the last time I ever heard my mother's voice (before the morphine took away her ability to speak) and the day I flew back to be with her 'til she died... only she passed away before I got home.)
(Yes, I know I did the right thing. My mother encouraged me to go back to LA after having been with her during the first--only--parts of her treatment, so I could get my life in order--after having left town so quickly upon her diagnosis--and then stay with her for the estimated six weeks left in her life. Who knew she'd die so quickly? (Twenty days after diagnosis.) Maybe she did. And maybe that's why she took care of me by sending me to LA to take care of MY life instead of hers.)
*sigh*
Least favorite part of the year.
And bonus no phone.
And bonus toothache.
And bonus girly doctor plans.
And bonus lack of motivation to do anything other than whine and play computer solitaire.
Bleh.
I don't even like posting this blog entry. Bad hoo-doo.
Maybe it'll get me off my ass to do some work, just having this "out there."
Vicodin makes work a little more interesting, at least.
But right now I'm totally distracted by the very odd for-TV-edits they've done on Big.
*sigh*
Posted by bonnie at December 20, 2007 9:09 PM
Comments
*hugs*
Posted by: Amy at December 21, 2007 7:03 PM
Does it help to know how very much you are loved?
Probably not. But you are.
Posted by: Lisa at December 21, 2007 7:57 PM