Ick. That’s how I feel. Ick. I have 26 hours a week to myself, in which time I have to eat, bathe and think (outside of other times I am thinking). It’s getting pretty ridiculous. Yes, right now, you are saying: what the hell is he doing with his life right now? That’s a story for another day. Today, we’re going to talk about teeth. Yes, teeth. Don’t worry, you’ll see why in a minute.
So last month I was about to take my first vacation in who knows how long (many many months), but I had to cancel it because I broke a tooth. Why would have I to cancel for a broken tooth? Well, upon closer inspection I actually needed a root canal and a handful of cavities filled. It wasn’t pretty -nor cheap. I did get a vacation…three days off work to spend in the dentist chair.
Life goes on. I’m recovered….or am I? On of my teeth is really bothering me, so I called the dentist. “Sounds like you need another root canal…” I have a chance of coming down with a nasty infection, so I am taking antibiotics and pain killers. Joy.
Why this works out so well, I have papers and exams like no other semester in my life that I cannot get behind on. Taking more time to get my teeth drilled is not what I was hoping for…not at all.
As if life wasn’t complex enough, another twist in the road comes up. I keep telling myself it’s just another lesson that you never know when life will throw you a curve ball -but I’m getting sick of repeating myself.