Curse you for making me look at NOLA flights Labor Day! I can't afford it. Totally want to, though.

sj, people are stupid about disability. Best wishes for pregnancy!

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Fried oyster is good but raw oyster is divine!

Family story time. Back when Dad was fresh off the farm he joined the navy for WWII. While moving from one US posting to the next he had some time between trains and saw an oyster bar in the station. Farms in the upper peninsula of Michigan have many fine things--rutabagas, cabbages, apples--but they are woefully short on oysters, so Dad decided to try them. The guy at the bar cracked open the nice, fresh oysters for Dad, sprinkled them with a bit of hot sauce, and Dad sucked down a solid dozen. He loved them! So he turned to the guy and said, "These are great! How did you cook 'em?"

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Ugh, *now* my coach is acting like a jerkwad. I could really live without snide, flippant responses to my problems. Thanks, jerk.*sigh* On the bright side, I cried enough after work that I ought to sleep really really well from the exhaustion

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I am tired as hell, man. I've been tired all week because of the killer migraine at the beginning of the week, and not being able to sleep well all week, and then today (my day off) I had a dentist appointment with New!Nice!Dentist at 9 am, so I couldn't even try to sleep in.

I suspect my not sleeping well (and my migraine) was from stress about the dentist and my broken tooth and my teeth in general. For 2 weeks I've been expecting to go in, have the dentist recoil in horror, tell me he's never seen such awful teeth in his life and that includes farm animals, and then tell me that most of my teeth are rotted and need to come out.

No, I swear to god that's really what I was expecting at this point. (I am basically functioning well and happy now that it's over a year off anti-depressants, but my brain has The Crazy locked up in the back room and lets it out at the drop of a hat.) I was in tears while I was getting ready this morning. All Tim could do was pat my back and tell me my teeth were going to be fine. But I didn't believe him, because HE'S not a dentist! (No, I really leveled that accusation at him. Like it was supposed to be hurtful or something.)

Because, man, I don't even KNOW. I hate my old dentists (who I still need to get my records from), so I no longer trust that they properly treated me, EVER, and MAYBE they didn't notice that all my teeth were rotting out of my head and in worse shape than the teeth of a 12-year-old farm mule.

You crack one damn tooth, and your mind goes right into Willy Wonka's tunnel of fucked-up imagery, I tell you what.

So. I saw the dentist this morning -- the appointment was largely to get a gazillion x-rays because I'm a new patient, and because I had a lot of questions about getting a bridge vs. an implant for the broken tooth that has to be pulled.

My teeth are NOT rotting out of my head, and although the dentist didn't say anything to compare my teeth to those of a farm animal, I think perhaps mine aren't the worst teeth ever. Certainly not a contender for the Big Book of British Smiles.

In fact, I have no new cavities (I was actually shocked, and asked him to double-check the x-rays), and no real problems other than the tooth that has to come out. I have one tooth that will need a crown some time in the next year, but at this point, comparatively, that's no big deal. And I'm overdue for a cleaning and should probably be on better terms with flossing than I am.

I have to make an appointment with the dentist who does the implants, to have that taken care of -- he will pull the tooth and then do the implant dealie.

So I was perhaps stressing myself out unduly. I am, as I said, tired as hell. I think I'm going to go see the Avengers at the cheap theater this afternoon. It's the only thing I can think of to soothe my jangled nerves, and I am not kidding. You are the only people I can say that to who I know will understand.

t edit Damn, the cheap theater is $7 before 6 pm? Whose definition of "cheap" is that? (I mean, I'm still going to go, because -- Avengers! But damn.)

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I think sleep actually did replenish a few spoons. Happily surprising. I know they are fragile spoons but they are still spoons.

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I think sleep actually did replenish a few spoons. Happily surprising. I know they are fragile spoons but they are still spoons.

Spoons are good, wherever you can get them.

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You do not have unkempt farm animal teeth, Steph. I'm hope it stops being a stressor too. Brains are weird.

I've got a tooth that really sensitive to atmo pressure because of sinuses and a huge filling. I've been stressed as hell I am going to clench my teeth and crack it. For weeks.

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Zen, as they say in other parts of the Interwebs: "Pics or it didn't happen."

Dang, see, this is why I should keep a camera at the ready at all times! For cleavage accidents.

Steph, I'm glad your teeth turned out to be normal human teeth! Sorry you had such stress over the whole dentist thing.

(I am basically functioning well and happy now that it's over a year off anti-depressants, but my brain has The Crazy locked up in the back room and lets it out at the drop of a hat.)

Once again, this is me.

May everyone find all the spoons they need today!

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You do not have unkempt farm animal teeth, Steph. I'm hope it stops being a stressor too. Brains are weird.

I think now that the dentist has confirmed that my teeth can all stay in my head (except the one), I'll un-stress. If I can get a couple of nights of decent sleep and get some proper meals, I should feel much better.

And seeing the Avengers will help, I'm sure of it. It just needs to come out on DVD already. (September 25!)

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May everyone find all the spoons they need today!

I will take a handfull of those. It's big push moving day. I'm real close to being ready. Ran a final load in the old dishwasher. Still finding places for the little stuff. Just hope nobody gets angry, because stress is high, and I'm not in the mood for bullshit.

(((steph)))

(((erin))) Sorry to hear work drove ya to crying. Hope it gets better from here. Positive attitude moving forward. Don't let the buzzard keep ya down.

OK, Habitat for Humanity is on the way to pick up the fridge and my old corner desk.

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