Cockeyed Optimist

Have I bemoaned the fact that I'm having horrific dental issues?  I think I've probably posted almost everyday about it.  It is constantly on my mind: the fear of dental chairs, long needles, and pliers.  Not to mention blood, chipmunk face, and P-A-I-N.  I've been dealing with this since March.  I've felt like a ping-pong ball...getting bounced from one dentist to another....from one specialist to another.

So yesterday I get a call from the oral surgeons office reminding me I have an appointment with them.  I confirm and say "Now I'm supposed to have someone there to take me home, right?"

Pause.... "Ah yes, when you have the surgery but I have you down for a consult."

No pause...."Ah no, I need my tooth extracted and I'm ready to have it done tomorrow.  I'll fast and do whatever....I'm just not leaving your office with this tooth."  (well, I really didn't say it with that much authority; I think I whined.)

So being the optimist, I'm fasting; I'm not wearing make-up or fingernail polish or jewelry; I'm bringing Hubby and I'm not leaving till this dang tooth is outta here she says as she's crossing her unpainted fingernail bitten hands.

Oh and as a topper to the day, I thought I'd add this.

You've seen those cute video clips of the little kids carrying the zillion pound dog food bag and oops, dog food all over the place!  Well, they aren't so cute anymore...maybe to the viewers and the dogs (and possibly the cat) but not to the poor shlup who has to pick it all up.

It could have been worse and was getting that way, but I changed my strategy!  Yep, positive thinking.  This tooth IS coming out today.

P.S.  Happy Birthday, Hubby.  Sorry you are having to spend it in an oral surgeon's office with a whiny wife.  Love you.