I screeched into town at 6:30 and went to retrieve my kids from a very wonderful new friend who has been such a help. She's kept them for 4+ hours after school each day until Big Yankee could get home from work. She invited us to stay for a delicious dinner of meatloaf and mashed taters.
My plan was to cram a weeks worth of work into two days but the joke is on me. I had a dentist appointment this morn, and as I posted on FaceBook:
"Apparently I misunderstood my wonderful dentist when he offered me a a crown. Where's my drink? #unhappy hours"
The dentist and assistant were wonderful but overall it was a horrible, painful experience. And lucky me gets to go back in two weeks for a permanent crown! Apparently I am immune to the anesthetic as it wears off quickly and had to be readministered several times. I kept thinking they were almost finished and that I could tolerate the pain for a bit longer so I didn't say anything at first. Clearly this was a bad, bad, bad idea.
Taking the impressions was hellacious! Thanks to my horrible gag reflex and all the highly specialized dental instruments crammed into my mouth I started choking, gagging, couldn't breath, had shooting pains and numbness in my arms and chest. Yeah, pretty much a panic attack. Needless to say the first set of impressions didn't take and I had the
You'll excuse me while I crash in the recliner and the universe laughs heartily at my expense?