Hard Stuff
i went to the dentist yesterday.
after a somewhat angsty tuesday, i actually woke up feeling not-sore yesterday. this is big news as i've been extra-sore for like, forever. physical therapy is working! or maybe it was the ibuprofen i took before bed (can you say, "drinking?")... but in any case, the soreness, not around for a change! it did not hurt to hold the toothbrush!
sigh. it usually hurts to hold a toothbrush? man. that's lame. good thing i'm stretching regularly and starting acupuncture and taking it seriously.
so, woke up feeling not-sore. but the dentist, man. usually you go for a cleaning and they take fifteen minutes or so to poke around your mouth before they do the polishing thing and nag you about flossing more. it's only been six months since my last visit so i figured i'd be golden.
nope.
FIFTY MINUTES of the MOUTH POKING! that's right. i got a dental hygenist who was aiming for the freaking dental pulitzer or something. she kept saying, "well, the last hygenist who worked on you was not so thorough. there's a lot of hard plaque under your gums and it's letting bacteria in and... POKE POKE POKE ...this will help with the SSSSCCCCRRRRAAAPPPPEEEEEE... etc. etc. etc."
fun!
actually, i thanked her for being so thorough. i've been having gum problems and it's better to undergo some immediate pain to clear out the old hard crap which is letting little things slip past to irritate you.
you can apply that statement to other things besides teef, of course. but we're just talking about teef now.
and my teef is cleaned.
so goddamned thoroughly that it was hard to make kissy-face with madhavi last night. but i did anyway 'cause she rocks and i love her.
even if she was the one who posted that anonymous comment on tuesday which made me go twitchy. guess i've got some hard stuff all settled in deep which is letting little things slip past to irritate me. *ow* OW! OW! stop hitting me!!! i am NOT a hippie! *ow*
okay. fine. jeez.
let us all join hands for a round of peter paul and mary songs while we scrape the metaphorical hard plaque from beneath our collective metaphorical tender gums.
good.
now spit.
A return to form!