Thursday, April 23, 2009
Stomp! Stomp! Scream!
One of those days . . . again.
7:00 a.m. — Wake up to a very sick DH. He's a rock though. He went to work anyway. Feel bad for him. Wish I could make his day better.
8:00 a.m. — Leave for the dentist. Discover cat puke on the front porch. Second day in a row.
8:05 a.m. — As I drive out of the neighborhood, a fire truck, ambulance and police car go screaming by and turn onto my street. I know they're not going to my house, but someone I know is in trouble. Now I'll worry.
9:00 a.m. — Dentist. I don't really need to go into the details, do I? Although I feel the need to vent about the fact that I'm there so he can fix a tooth that he fixed last month . . .
10:00 a.m. — Leaving the dentist. I hurt. My daughter calls to tell me someone we know passed away. Now I'm sad on top of the tooth pain.
10:15 a.m. — Stop by the grocery store to get goodies for tonight's Provident Ladies Book Club meeting. (Please come!) We'll be munching lemon cookies and lemon poppy seed muffins as we discuss the book, Lemon Tart, with author Josie Kilpack. (Please, please come!)
10:30 a.m. — Remembered that I forgot to have the bag stuffers and poster printed for next month's Provident Ladies Book Club, featuring the very talented Annette Lyon and her newest book, Spires of Stone. Bummer.
11:00 a.m. — Call the store to tell them I moved a bunch of stuff around yesterday. No one answers. A miscommunication about the schedule. . .Guess who gets to cover the shift?
11:40 a.m. — See the RS Prez on my way out of the neighborhood and pull over to see what was up this morning. A gas leak. No one hurt. But another ambulance just passed by. Don't know who that's for. Also found out a dear, dear neighbor has cancer and beginning Alzheimers. Can we just stop today NOW?
11:45 a.m. — Rush down to the store to open it and work the shift that nobody claimed, plus my own. So much for resting up for this weekend's writing conference. Hair is flat. Make-up is hit and miss (mostly miss). And my tooth hurts. In fact, my whole jaw hurts.
12:05 p.m. — Called the dentist. He said it's normal and to wait for all the anesthetic to wear off. I don't believe him. It doesn't feel normal. Also, it looks really funny—not ha-ha funny, but weird. My tooth looks/feels longer (is this what they mean by being long in the tooth?) and it has odd white tips on it. He was supposed to be replacing a filling, not rebuilding the tooth.
1:00 p.m. — Mostly ready for the Book Club tonight, only I'm freaking out because I'm afraid no one will come. (Please, please, please come!) See, a lot of our bookclub members are also Storyteller Committee members and they all think they've got more important stuff to do tonight.
1:15 p.m. — My tooth/teeth really hurt now. Not just the one that was worked on, but where the extra long top tooth hits the one below it. Do I have time to go to the dentist to fix it? No. I work until 8:00 p.m. tonight. (Please, please, please, please come to the book club!) Then I'm going to the writer's conference. And if I have to miss even one second of that writing conference or if I don't enjoy it because my tooth/teeth hurt too much, I think I may decide to change dentists.
1:30 p.m. — DH just called. He went home from work and is going to bed. Poor baby.
This is just getting depressing.
Now playing on my iPod: The Dentist by Steve Martin