OMYFRIKKINDAMMIT(some cussing ahead)

So, I went in for my root canal...I had an actual, lung-crackling, vomit-inducing panic attack, but the tiny, little, rational part of me was like "It's cool, it'll all be over soon!"

Nooooooo, you ignorant slut!!!

I went to the dentist, she numbed me up good, then started drilling. It didn't hurt at all. I was good to go. I had read up on the procedure before hand, so I kind of knew what to expect. It went pretty quickly.
Then, it was time for them to stick pin-like drills into the roots of my teeth and take X-rays, to make sure that they had drilled all the way down. Cool, I'm still numb. However, I have a tiny mouth(don't laugh, it's true). Taking X-rays has always been kind of hit or miss with me, and I mentioned it to them before.
Anyhow...They stuck the files in three times, took three sets of X-rays, before they got a set they could use. My mouth had pretty much un-numbed by this time, as she was seeing other patients in between working on me. Whatever.

Finally, after about two hours, she realizes that they haven't gotten the entire nerve out. So does she re-numb me? NO, she just drills the fuck out my teeth as quick as she can.
Whatever, it's almost over and I just want to be done with this. So they stick cotton in my teeth and go off to do other dentist stuff. When they come back, the assistant is like, "Wow, that's a lot of blood!" And the dentist is like "Stick another wad of cotton in there!" So I wait some more, and I wait some more...
And then the dentist comes back and starts digging around with her little hook, trying to figure out why I'm still bleeding (When I bleed, dammit, I BLEEDS!).

"Oh wow, she says, You have a fourth root!"

Cause, you know, three X-rays are apparently not enough to detect an anomalous fourth root.
Well, she can't deal with that, so now I have to go see an endodontist, who will charge me approximately twice as much (according to Metlife's handy cost estimator).
Okay, whatever, it sucks. So the receptionist calls to make me an appt but, bad news. They can't get me in till the 6th of August. I'm not going to be here in August, so I said what about September? figuring that if waiting one month is okay, waiting two wouldn't be a big deal. OH MY GOD, NO! They are shocked! I can't wait THAT long!

So I call the endodontist later and find out that they have a convenient opening on the 6th of JULY. WTF. The kicker is, the receptionist asked if I wanted to let them keep the money I had paid to put towards my fillings...Even though the fillings are going to cost half what the damn root canal did.
Somebody just kill me.

Dental jitters

I'm getting a root canal and a butt load of fillings Thursday morning at 9:00.
Hopefully it won't take too long.

Stuff

Newly white front room:


My new crab, Mr. Parslow:


Mr. Parslow and Stephen:


Swiper sleeping with his tongue sticking out:


In other news, I have the armchair primed, I'm just waiting for payday so I can get some enamel for it and the rocking chair. I'm going to have to find a fabric store that sells upholstery foam, Michaels didn't have any.

We went to the company picnic yesterday; the kids had a lot of fun. Rocky and Maria got to try one of those bungee-jumper things.

Window bloomers

I don't know why, they just really remind me of underwear.
Still, I think I did a pretty good job, and it lets a little light in. It'll look better once the walls are white again.
Here's another chair I found:





It's old, greasy, and stuffed with horsehair, but I think it's pretty. I'm going to try to re-upholster it. I haven't sat in it (it really is disgusting) but it looks deep and comfortable.

And this is a little table I found. I thought it would be nice to set a glass of water on while feeding the baby, if I can get everything finished sometime before he weans...I'm not sure what I'll do for the top, maybe tile? I had thought it would be cool to get a piece of Corian for it, but I don't know if they'll sell me a piece that small.

Big Trash Day

I love Big Trash Day.
It's like a giant, city-wide free yard sale.
I have to go 'shopping' by myself though, since Mr. legs is apparently too good to go digging through other people's trash. ;-P



Hopefully this means it's super awesome:



Mr. Legs is going to help me fix it up. Instead replacing the cane, I think I'm going to make some cushions for it. And I'll probably paint it glossy white.