I’m trying to coordinate a trip to California to see my family. This is a photo of me and my cousin Jennifer just a few years ago on Waikiki. She’s one of the people I’m trying to see.
Did I really neglect to share my dental emergency right before vacation?
If you can’t whine about your dental emergency on your blog, where can you whine about it? (Answer: Everywhere else. But still.)
My last day in the office before vacation I had planned to the last minute. I was cranking through getting everything done. Plus, it was the last semi-final of the Eurocup so I came in early so I could take a long lunch to watch the game and still get all my work done. Extra plus, I skipped breakfast so I could order a bacon cheeseburger at the sportsbar where I was going to watch the game.
But … I had a fairly new filling and the night before I was brushing my teeth and I ran my brush across this tooth and then Bob had to peel me from the ceiling. I thought it would be a good idea to see if my dentist could take a peek. Maybe the new filling needed an adjustment. I didn’t want a broken tooth on vacation.
Me at the endodondist prepping for an emergency root canal, missing my game, missing my bacon cheeseburger, my stomach growling sadly while I stared at the ceiling. And if you know anything about root canals, you know that they fry your dental benefit to kingdom come in the first 3 seconds so all my vacation money ready for spending handed over to surfer endodondist.
“Hi! How’s your day going so far?” he asked when he came to examine me.
Me: Uh, I was hoping my day would go exactly like this.
The good news: my tooth felt better and gave me no trouble on vacation. And I got a pocketful of drugs for my troubles.
The bad news: I had to have soup and rush back to the office and try to finish my work since the root canal took longer than a soccer game. Additional bad news, my soccer team lost which I found out later when I watched it on my DVR.
I saw a Timbers billboard on a building on the way into Portland last night. Were it not for you, I would have had no idea who the Timbers were. Thank you.
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