It’s 75 degrees in my apartment and I am under 2 blankets and I am still freezing cold.
I tried finishing my book in a steaming hot bath that made the walls drip with sweat and that didn’t help either.
Not unlike Jon Travolta in the last few minutes of Grease I’ve got the chills and they’re multiplying.
I’ve caught a bug, starshines. And I am now quite miserable.
Reason #56 to consider marriage: there’s a warm body around to run to the Walgreens and fetch me some NyQuil ®
(that ranks right before “someone to take out the garbage” but after “someone to play with my hair”)
At any rate, I left work early today thinking I’d just take a nap and feel better. I was all ha-ha! Hookey day!
Joke’s on me. My head feels the size of a medicine ball.
What’s worse, I went in to have the root canal started yesterday. So, that extra pain makes my day extra special.
Did I mention I turn into Crabbywhinycrankypants when I am illin’?
It’s pathetic, I know. I can barely stand myself either.
But about that tooth. I was so busy over the weekend I had no time to consider the pain, so I was white-knuckling-it through most of the procedure.
It took a million shots of Novocain to even get me to a decent level of comfort, but finally, the dentist just had to bring out the nitrous.
“Have you ever had nitrous oxide?” he asked.
First thing to pop in my head, “you mean legally?”
But I was in no mood to joke, it was that bad.
So, he put on the mask and he said he’d keep it at a low level, so it barely even helped. But I made it through this first procedure all right. He says it’ll be better when I come back.
So, I went to pay my deductible to the lady at the front desk and she said she’d go ahead and put in the nitrous claim to my insurance company but a lot of times, they don’t cover it.
So I may have to pay an extra $60.
Which would be fine had I thought it actually helped. But I gotta tell you, next time I go in on March 11th to finish the procedure up – once he puts that mask on I am going to tell him to crank that mother up
For. Real. If I am going to pay for it, may as well make it worth my while.
Next time, if I am not deliriously relaxed in the first 15 minutes I am just gonna have to be all:
“What are you trying to do to me Doc? Do I have to get back there and crank that shit up myself? Let’s go! Make that bitch hiss!”
Or, you know, something.
Thanks for listening to thecrappywhinycrankypants girl. I’m gonna go lay down now.