Dentist, aka dent-ick

So I went to the dentist today. Apparently it's what I do when I'm home on break. In fact, the hygenist lady and I are getting pretty tight. Actually, it's just that they couldn't do both fillings at once 'cause the locations couldn't both be novacained in the same sitting. But this dentist is really nice and gets the fact that people don't like dentist and it's not that bad. Not that I ever want to go back, but on to the story.

So I go in and do the small talk with the hygenist lady and she and the dentist both assure me (after I sarcastically point out that I loove to go to the dentist during my breaks, but with a smile so it wasn't rude) that it's a small filling, no problem.
Half way through the drilling part, I get the idea that something has Gone Wrong. This idea is based in the fact that they started going to the cabinets and talking in serious-er voices. Also that I could feel a bit of twinge in the tooth area. Which wasn't like the one time the dentist in Iowa didn't novacaine me up enough, and isn't like the pain I'm in now... it was more just that I could feel something. Huh.
After everything was done, they took x-rays. Huh. They never do that.
Then he comes back in and explains that the filling was deeper than he had expected it to be. He said this in kind of a serious tone, so I wonder if if he had known that he would have done something different. Something besides a filling. Huh.
He goes on to say that it's going to hurt. Not it might hurt. Not it might be a little sore. It's going. to. hurt. And he gave me a prescription. For drugs.
So I drive over to get dad, and tell him that we have to leave earlier than we thought (he's trying to get his classroom ready for the MAD people to take it over) because I have to get the prescription. So we go to Walmart and they say it'll take an hour. Seriously? I'm getting a prescription for narcotics filled here, people. Do you really think I have an HOUR to kill? Seriously.
So dad drops me at home to try to nap and goes back to working on his classroom. I don't nap, 'cause the novacaine's wearing off and I'm starting to feel. So I call him after an hour and a little bit and he comes and gets me and takes me to Walmart. He goes and gets four cheese mash potatoes, chocolate pudding, and chocolate milk, while I go deal with pharmacy. Which was an ordeal. 'Cause, even though it had been an hour and a half, they still needed five more minutes. So I sat there grumpy until they called me. Then they made me pay right there. Well, I didn't contest it, but they did just assume that I was going to pay right there. The whole Walmart ordeal made me wish I was in Waverly.

But then I got home and at some pudding and took a pill and less than five minutes later the dentist guy called to check on me. End result: if the pain isn't significantly reduced by tomorrow, I have to call the office. I don't know what that means they'll do, but hopefully it'll all be all better. Especially since I'm leaving on Saturday for Wavetown.

So I curled up on the couch and watched TV for awhile and then my mom got home and made me feel better (which is what she does best of all, even more than knitting, which she is also amazingly awesome at). My brother's pretty good at that, too. He listened to my story and let me show him my awesome new pants. (They have a bazillion pocked and zip off to make shorts.)

Okay, I've been using my own neck to hold up my head for long enough now. I'm going to hunt down some Lucky Charms and then make use of pillows and couchness to hold up my head for me. That way it won't float across the room like it's trying to do.

Oh, and I'm going to find Jaffy. So he can teach Cesar how to care for the sick.

Oh, and I'm thinking I've decided that I really will take a year off between college and seminary. There are reasons, but this post has already gotten really really long. The biggest trick is that the places I want to serve in my year off wouldn't really make it easy for me to do all the candidacy stuff that I want to... Ugh! I don't know!! But I guess that's why it's a good thing that I'm meeting with my pastor tomorrow to talk about candidacy and all that.

Nighty Knight!!