Damn you and your signs. Also, your incredibly thoughtful/insightful list text messages (thank you).
The dentist went...as dentists do.
I was scheduled for a two part visit; x-rays/cleaning, and then consultation/treatment plan. Only half of those things were accomplished.
For some nonsense insurance reasons (that I failed to listen to), I cannot do two things on the same day at the dentist. So thing one, x-rays/cleaning was completed today, and I'm forced to go back in two weeks for the second half, consultation/treatment plan. (Insert look of intense displeasure here.)
The woman who cleaned my teeth was super nice.
She took a million x-rays and confirmed that I had some cavities. (Or at least, that's what I took away from our conversation. Who knows what she really may have told me, I was just waiting for her to start ripping out my teeth.) We were unable to determine where my previous fillings may have been, though we both had our suspicions, and she told me my teeth are not chipped up or generally destroyed as I (still) rather firmly believe. She also said my teeth look amazing for not having been to the dentist in more than a decade, and that the 'cavity' in my front tooth probably isn't a cavity at all. She may have actually said that it definitely isn't a cavity, but I remain unconvinced and refuse to remember her saying any such nonsense.
I have yet to check to see if the spot remains post-cleaning. Mostly because I'm stubborn. But also, because I am lazy.
She numbed up my all my gums (without needles!), and because I can't hold still to save my life, also my lips and tongue before she started cleaning my teeth. This was probably due to my insane ramblings with the receptionist about my fears regarding tooth harvesting and/or my mouth shattering. At any rate, I appreciated it, and I didn't feel a damn thing.
I had, however, forgotten how much I loathe having a numb tongue.
It is a lot.
I loathe it a lot.
I thought of you and your severed hamburger tongue while trying to talk with mine all drugged up on anesthetic. How you willed yourself through that I will never know. Just the thought of trying to eat with my tongue feeling all drunk and alien makes me suicidal.
Anywho, my teeth were clean in no time. None of them shattered, and all of them remained in my mouth. However, I did not have my consultation with the dentist yet, so there is still time for things to go awry.
I also got a goodie bag from the dentist, which I did not open until I got home. Everything inside of it is purple, which is witchcraft, and I just KNOW you're going to say is a sign. Damn you. Damn you all the days.
You and your signs.
All my love,
A still toothed LittleFoot.
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I have to go to bed, bc apparently I'm opening tomorrow...BUT I was waiting with breath abated to make sure you hadn't started backpacking. My mind read idly with plans to track you. I excited searches craigslist for sled dogs and Native American guides who speak fluent mandarin and Inuit and read ancient runes but--inexplicably--no English, leaving us forced to communicate thru old snapshots of you -- FireHair, we will call you -- and crude, soft-edged pictographs in the dry arizona sand. I was drunk with the fantasy of sunsets and drifting to sleep listening to the aggressive and uneven so g of crickets and toads and the smell of rain too far away to touch me...and then you text and I learned of your numb tongue, and so now my daydreams evaporate. I'm glad you're okay, bc craigslist was not very helpful at all. I did find a free Chet of drawers that looked appealing...
Unrelated note: the numbing of my mouth is such a fun sensation for me. I wish I could novacaine my whole body and flop, limp as a sock monkey, through the rooms and doors and hallways and streets of my life. This would please me. My tongue will never be the same. My self will never be the same. Speaking of signs, since jay moved, I have seen maybe three sentras. I so believe in signs. I loved my life so dearly, and the universe was kind enough to help me wipe it clean away like a dry erase board. Today I tried to summon the interest to sulk and stalk, and realized that I no longer care to. My old photos and memories and plans are gone--to quote your favorite author, so it goes.
We are the more lovely for our scars...and the rest is rust and stardust. ;)
I love you dearly. I will send you anything I need to if I need to on his day--I will stay strong for you, as I believe your sadness is a sign for me to continue doing the things you say, bc you win. More signs. Always. :)
MUHWAH!
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Kisshugkisshug!*
Commenting with the app sucks--it kills everything I type. Just interpret this message in the most eloquent fashion, as the errors are beyond my control. :) night! Wuv you!
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