I'm glad that you're able to get all this taken care of, askye, even though it's a such a stress and huge pain in the ass. Well, mouth.

It's just frustrating because it feels like everytime I try to get it taken care of another stumbling block happens or something wasn't explained clearly.

Like no one said - you'll go have hte root canal and then come back to the dentist for the crown. By the time you get the root canal your dental benefits will be maxed out and the crown will cost $X. And hte dentist knew the hole for the cavity was down to the gum so he had to have known he would have had to build it up for the crown. So why not tell me that? I think I annoyed the lady at the oral surgeon's office because Ikept asking questions but I didn't want surprises.

PArt of me just never wants to go to the dentist agian but not going to the dentist is what got me in this mess.

Will took the day off and so we're going to go see Fury and then later I will play Borderlands the Pre Sequel because there is something very satifisying about running around as an annoying robot killing things.

Ugh, askye. I feel you. Dental issues are so frustrating, and a lot of offices don't communicate well. And I switched dentists in part because of how badly my previous office handled one of my root canals (basically accusing me of being drug-seeking because I asked for painkillers after the root canal). (They did a lot of other shitty stuff, too, including leaving an infected root in my mouth, so they can die in all the fires.) (Tim's nephew just started college here at U. Cincy, and he lives a block from my old dentist, and I told him to NEVER go there unless it's a legit, you-will-die-if-you-don't-go-NOW emergency.)

Having gone through the root canal/bone graft/crown routine and losing the tooth anyway, I'm going with pulling the tooth and getting an implant next time around.

I'm batting .500 in root canals -- one is still in my head, with its crown, but the other is the one where the tooth was cracked after the root canal (and where the endodontist left in an infected root), so it got pulled. I haven't decided what I'll do in the future if I ever need another root canal. I actually trust the dentist I have now, so I'll probably go with his recommendation. But I'm hoping no more root canals, period.

Okay, I am headed out for the photo shoot. I do love that they say to not style your hair or wear makeup, so all my lazy ass has to do is brush my teeth and comb my hair and go.

(I really AM feral.)

I am so sick of having moments of actually feeling good and enjoying life and then having my subconscious go "No! Life is woe and grief! How dare you enjoy things!"

My sisters.

How dare you enjoy things!

Gives stern look to the part of your brain that says not to enjoy. Everyone that loves you, here or gone, wants you to have a full and happy life. Celebrate and be grateful when you catch yourself having good moments.

My sisters! Feral or not! I never wear makeup, don't even own any, but I do love my shiny nails. If I lived somewhere that wasn't hot and humid I might consider makeup (probably not), but I just can't imagine not being able to take a cool cloth at any moment and wiping my face. There is rarely a day I don't take a paper towel or napkin to pat off sweat from my face.

I'll be happy to join the feral pack or pride, as it may be. I wore lipstick for my job interviews and it drove me nuts. And it was the Burts Bees lightly tinted lipbalm version.

It's a gorgeous day here, and I really wish my mood matched it. The whole continued unemployment thing is starting to wear. I won't hear one way or another from my two recent f2f interviews until the first week of November, at the earliest. There are a dozen or so applications out that are still well within the window of possibility, but until they contact me that's pretty moot (I've made follow-up contacts where possible). I'm feeling a bit down about it all.

Oh well. After my hair dries I'll go for a walk. And if that doesn't help my mood, maybe I'll drive to the ice-cream store that's out in the country, where I can sit on the porch and watch the cows on the hills across the way.

I will confess to wearing makeup. And scent. And doing my nails. BUT! if you brush your teeth and comb your hair you're not feral! I think feral would involve a full-time, full-body mud mask.