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listy listy listy pants.
- I have a rush appointment with my dentist at 3. My tooth, while doesn't hurt with the usually hurty, feels "weird" and eating reinduces the nastiness from the weekend. I just hope I a) have enough money to cover what he's going to have to do (which I'm hoping is justa clean out the gunk, pack in the meds and yell at me kinda thing) b) have enough money for the antibiotics he's sure to give me (last time it was $60 for the pleasure of GIANT horsepills. Le Bleh.) and c) I don't get any shit for spending unneeded money.
- on the subject of money where the FUCK did my check go from last week. I cashed it Thursday and spent the last of it last night. I don't even KNOW where it went. That Isn't Good. I have two DVDs to show for it - they're used and I paid $20. that's not the whole check for Cripe's sake.
- I have another check from today. I'm VERY MUCH HOPING I can get asshat to pay me Thursday. We need to talk about the time sheet, then I need to enter it, and HE needs to authorize it, then cut me a check. Without it - Well I'm not going anywhere.
- everything is up in the air until my tooth gets fixed.
- I have to THEN call an oral surgeon, since this tooth needs OUTTIE. I'm hoping it's done during August, so I can call on
poetman for yet another favor - picking up and maintaining my drugged up sleepy ass. *smirks* I dunno, as much as I don't want to use anything from the Unit, she does have a point that everyone likes her dentist, and she will, most importantly, work out a payment plan.
- I'm actually worried that I have a raging infection. I'd rather it be hurting than this don't know/something feels "off" feeling. But I'm pretty sure most of it is in my head. I mean, I get some tingly in my left arm and I'm on my way to a heart attack.
However, if I turn up dead, you all know why *grins* Stupid tooth. Make sure you get your asses over to my house and go through my stuff if you want any of it.
feline There's craft stuff that's yours.
Yes, how goth, planning for my mental state of death. Of course, I really SHOULD write some sort of thing, knowing the Unit I'll have a lovely CATHOLIC service and be buried in a white casket wearing red. *groans* Maybe I'll start putting that down into Word later on. Just guidelines, like who should deal with my CDs, and my clothes, and books and stuff, and what I want planning wise. HER IDea is that I buy my OWN funeral right now. You know, that's a BIT TOO MUCH.
Anyway, can you tell I'm worried I've totally screwed myself? And I swear if that dentist tells me to get a real job, I'm going to take the advice of one of my clients and go to HER dentist. it's a longer drive, but sounds like a better person overall. Which is a shame, since I LIKE this guy, I just don't like his attitude in this area.
Ok I have to go put the deposit in, and then attempt to find some free parking. I'm thinking about parking in a different lot,it'll be cheaper but the walk longer. **shrugs*
- I have a rush appointment with my dentist at 3. My tooth, while doesn't hurt with the usually hurty, feels "weird" and eating reinduces the nastiness from the weekend. I just hope I a) have enough money to cover what he's going to have to do (which I'm hoping is justa clean out the gunk, pack in the meds and yell at me kinda thing) b) have enough money for the antibiotics he's sure to give me (last time it was $60 for the pleasure of GIANT horsepills. Le Bleh.) and c) I don't get any shit for spending unneeded money.
- on the subject of money where the FUCK did my check go from last week. I cashed it Thursday and spent the last of it last night. I don't even KNOW where it went. That Isn't Good. I have two DVDs to show for it - they're used and I paid $20. that's not the whole check for Cripe's sake.
- I have another check from today. I'm VERY MUCH HOPING I can get asshat to pay me Thursday. We need to talk about the time sheet, then I need to enter it, and HE needs to authorize it, then cut me a check. Without it - Well I'm not going anywhere.
- everything is up in the air until my tooth gets fixed.
- I have to THEN call an oral surgeon, since this tooth needs OUTTIE. I'm hoping it's done during August, so I can call on
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- I'm actually worried that I have a raging infection. I'd rather it be hurting than this don't know/something feels "off" feeling. But I'm pretty sure most of it is in my head. I mean, I get some tingly in my left arm and I'm on my way to a heart attack.
However, if I turn up dead, you all know why *grins* Stupid tooth. Make sure you get your asses over to my house and go through my stuff if you want any of it.
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Yes, how goth, planning for my mental state of death. Of course, I really SHOULD write some sort of thing, knowing the Unit I'll have a lovely CATHOLIC service and be buried in a white casket wearing red. *groans* Maybe I'll start putting that down into Word later on. Just guidelines, like who should deal with my CDs, and my clothes, and books and stuff, and what I want planning wise. HER IDea is that I buy my OWN funeral right now. You know, that's a BIT TOO MUCH.
Anyway, can you tell I'm worried I've totally screwed myself? And I swear if that dentist tells me to get a real job, I'm going to take the advice of one of my clients and go to HER dentist. it's a longer drive, but sounds like a better person overall. Which is a shame, since I LIKE this guy, I just don't like his attitude in this area.
Ok I have to go put the deposit in, and then attempt to find some free parking. I'm thinking about parking in a different lot,it'll be cheaper but the walk longer. **shrugs*
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Date: 2004-07-13 03:53 pm (UTC)Heh.
Maybe I'll even say heathen prayers or something. ;)
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Date: 2004-07-13 03:57 pm (UTC)I trust you will bring something appropriate for me to wear in death? My Purple corset maybe?
I'm just full of nasty ickies, soon to be full of nasty antibiotics. GAWDS I hate the taste! Even the pills have this after nast taste.
Pleh.
(Although of course the Unit has to bring up what might go wrong during oral surgery. Asshat.)
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Date: 2004-07-13 04:01 pm (UTC)Is this removing your wisdom teeth or molars?
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Date: 2004-07-13 04:05 pm (UTC)Three slightly rotting wisdoms, which while HAVE to come out isn't the prioity.
The dentist says - "if you're going in for one, you might as well have it all done at once." Asshat.
Does anyone ever use the word grody anymore? because it perfectly describes the situation.
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Date: 2004-07-13 04:26 pm (UTC)They actually put me under for my wisdom teeth. Heh. I woke up & swung at the surgeon halfway through. They proclaimed me "resistant" & tied me to the damn chair. I remember it all very clearly & my mother thought it was hilarious.
I guess the oral surgeon told my mother that if I had better aim, he'd have had a black eye. I guess I grazed his cheek with my knuckles, which wasn't even enough to leave a bruise.
I remember connecting in my head.
It is better to do them all at once.
And be careful afterwards. Do not do anything that can get you a dry socket. I got one. They really freaking suck.
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Date: 2004-07-13 04:46 pm (UTC)You're on the short list of people I think I might need about.
I'm considering weight and height, in case of needs to be carried-itis *grins* and my ability to be comfortable around someone in case I get a fit of the screaming meemees, and need either a smack, or a snuggle. Also necessary is potential hand holding as I go under. I'm pretty nervous about waking up alone too.
The list is pretty short, and doesn't include any member of my family.
I think I'd prefer to have the drugs of the "Not wake up halfway through variety" thanks *grins again*
I thought a dry socket was a good idea? My dentist seemed pretty obsessed with "dry and clean" re the tooth already out.
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Date: 2004-07-13 04:55 pm (UTC)I've been through it myself & I've hand held 2 other times. One was my mother who was highy amusing as she came out of it. It involved her & I discussing the merits of the six legged cats that were dancing on her chest. The other time was with my ex who thought it quite necessary to try to coax me into making out with him in his drugged stupor. Um, no.
They didn't let me have anyone hold my hand as far as I can remember, although I managed to watch the goldfish mural on the wall swim about. painted goldfish can be quite active.