BLOBBY'S BLOG

Sour Times

Clearly I've taken a few days off from writing. That seems to be happening more and more - doesn't it?

I don't think it is intentional - just a confluence of events or moods or both that have left me tired, uninspired and/or just downright lazy.

As the transition at work moves its way through the channels, I no longer peak and valley with my emotions 2-3 times per day. Now it is about 2-3 times per week. That's progress, right? But I will not know my exact fate (my actual job or reporting structure) until then end of June. I'm thrilled. NOT!

Current client and staff issues have also constituted stress for this entire week. I am sure the on-going headache I've had for the last three days has nothing to do with these events. (insert major sarcasm here.)

I won't even get into 24 hour notice of a guilt trip my mother tried to instill upon me for not going to a memorial service for one of my cousins. Before you side with her, this was a woman 20 years my senior whom I have seen twice in 25 years.....and until a year ago, even her sisters and brother didn't talk to her. I didn't know her. And again, I was given less than a 24 hour notice.

As it turns out, I had a dentist appointment anyway. ....and we all know how much I look forward to those. The visit went fine. Teeth and gums are in pretty good shape.

I do hate when they scrape for tartar. I just assume that the pick (or whatever is called) is going to slip and be lodged right into my gum. It's only a matter a time. There are laws of averages at play here.

Lots of discussions went regarding the replacement of a badly placed crown (from a previous dentist). For the last 8 years or so, there has been so much space there, you could drive a Buick through it. Naturally, every single item of food I eat gets trapped. It is no wonder I have floss in my car, my desk, my computer bag as well as my bathroom.

But since there is so much room, as they scraped, a slightly exposed nerve was struck and you just about had to get my claws out of the ceiling. Ok - maybe not that bad, but the cringe I gave told them everything.

We agreed we would replace it with a better fitting piece of porcelain in November. At a mere cost of $225 to me. You know - at this point, I don't even care about the money. Maybe I should have it done earlier.



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