It's only 11:10 on Monday morning and already my week is not off to a good start. It started yesterday when I began to not-so-silently flip out about this morning's periodontal visit. I lay in bed, eyes wide open, for a few hours, dropped off to sleep and then woke in a panic around 3AM.
When it was time to get up, I carefully scrubbed my teeth and toddled off to see my gruff Israeli periodontist. He's very capable and seems like a nice guy, but I wish he were a little cuddlier. A little less of a hard-ass. My therapist once suggested I discuss my feelings of dread and terror with him, but believe me when I say that would only make our relationship way more uncomfortable than it has to be. The fact that I regularly burst into tears on the chair kind of makes my feelings clear anyway.
And you know how usually when you're worried about something, it turns out that the reality isn't nearly as bad as you thought it would be? Well, in this case, my worrying was completely warranted. And then some. Somehow I need to gather $20,000 in the very near future. And up my pain threshold while I'm at it.
I know it's not cancer or a brain tumor or even an amputated limb, but this is really fucking with my mood and my ability to write so I might not be as chatty as I normally am. That's all. Carry on. And if any of you have a spare 20k laying around, well, never mind.
Also, if you want a laugh, check out my pal Ivan's new blog here. Also, last week I was feeling funnier and so I wrote a piece about having sex with Rahm Emanuel. (Even though the reality would be way hotter than it would be funny.) And when I'm feeling sad, I always look at Elsa Mora's blog because she just seems like the sweetest, kindest, most positive person in the world. Plus, she's incredibly talented and her art makes me smile.
Oh Joody, my Chug sings for you!
Elisita makes me feel better too, she is goodness wrapped in sweetness dipped in kindness and talent.
Ivan is Ivan, and I am loving his Blog too.
I can't wait to read your Rob Emanuel piece...my nerd crush is, Nate Silver.
can't wait to see you!
Posted by: tracey | February 09, 2009 at 03:24 PM
holy moly, that sounds awful (and explains why I didn't see you last Monday evening)! I recently decided to switch dentists because I realized that I have had an uneasy feeling with mine since my first visit. I've been back 2 more times and my opinion of him has not changed, so why should I subject myself to him when there are others in my plan? Not sure if you have that option, but it might be worth checking out. Welcome home though :)
Posted by: Sheryl | February 15, 2009 at 08:44 PM
I haven't had a cavity in years, switched dentists...boom, 3 cavities. Told him I would come back, never did. Went back to my old dentist, he didn't say a word about me having any cavs.
Judy, I have a friend who is a 39 year old single coach and high school teacher. Has no problems getting women. Gets them, dates them 4 times, dumps em, claims "he's not attracted to them". Then calls me three nights a week wanting to go scouting talent at the singles bars. I'm 47, happily cohabitating and my sig other has just about had it with this cat. What's his problem? What should I do? Do I need to dump his single ass?
Posted by: paul | February 16, 2009 at 03:22 PM
Paul, I'm going to use your question in my Seattle column this week, if that's okay with you. Excellent dilemma!
Also, it's not my dentist—it's my mouth. I've had 2nd, 3rd and 4th opinions. It's bad.
Posted by: Judy | February 16, 2009 at 04:12 PM
That's fine. He's a nice guy and nice to women, but he's under some belief system that women have to be smokin' hot, young, intelligent, etc. I keep telling him that he's going to end up with someone divorced, with kids, with a nasty ex, and all sorts of financial grief if he keeps passing up these available women.
Posted by: paul | February 17, 2009 at 08:45 AM
Oh, and don't use my real name.
Posted by: raymundo | February 17, 2009 at 08:47 AM
Did you get a second opinion?
Posted by: JES | March 30, 2009 at 09:07 PM