I think a glass of wine would be a great addition to bra shopping. The DJ NSM.

I said, "I'm in here." There was a long puzzled pause and he said "Why are you sleeping in the bathroom?" When I explained that I was just there to pee, he sounded even more confused. "How can you pee in the dark?"

This is hilarious. Learning how to pee in the dark is a life skill, man.

I live in whole house full of people who talk in their sleep, or at least respond in their sleep when spoken to. It never ceases to both amaze and amuse me. How does one say that? Amuze?

Julie, that's completely fucked up. I give you license to unleash your sarcastic goddess.

It was a day. So just before my dentist appt last week, a bit of chile seed lodged way back in the back of my mouth, almost throat. Got rid of it but not before it caused some irritation. At my dentist appt last week, became clear that the irritation caused a spit spigot to swell shut. Dentist and hygienist were adamant that if it didn't clear over the weekend, I needed to see someone (they technically can't do anything about something like that.) I was like, whatever. But they hounded me (and I think they worried it was something more, which freaked me out a bit) and got me into an oral surgeon today, who poked and prodded and proclaimed it well and truly just a sealed but good spigot, basically chemically burned. Drained and shot it up with antibiotics. Though there was no infection, probably would have become so after not much longer, according to the surgeon. Even if it didn't bug me more than a cheek bite currently. Anyway, that ate up 3 hrs with travel and all the new patient paperwork. But seriously grateful for my hygienist who went out of her way to find someone who could see me fast and probably saved me some needless pain.

And then there was the fun of navigating my benefits website because apparently I've lost my insurance card and forgotten my logins. Uhg. Finally got it worked out just before I had to leave...at which point I realized I didn't have enough gas in the tank to get to the dr.

Then it was back to my office where coworkers were being willfully helpless and I can't even. And then all the errands I ignored this weekend.

Tired.

Learning how to pee in the dark is a life skill, man.

I'm adding that to the resume!

Holy crap, sarameg, I am so happy someone took care of that!

Yikes, Sara! One time I had burned the underside of my tongue or something just prior to a dentist appointment, but couldn't remember what it was, and they were like WHAT IS THIS? WATCH IT CAREFULLY. Good to know they have their eye on the whole mouth situation.

Apparently he can only eat at 23rd street or the UWS. @@

He is ridiculous.

my favorite Ethiopian is near midtown. your brother is a drama king and @@.

Yeah, I was a little stressed out even knowing the inciting incident, (prompted some serious ruminations. And some really ridiculous revelations when I'd go all worst case, iykwimaityd) but also very glad that that whole mouth check is something they take seriously rather than perfunctory, don't mess around and go out of their way to make sure followup gets taken care of to the point of finding me a dr they trust on my insurance and talking them into squeezing me in.

I love my dentist office. I wish they could take over the rest of my medical care. They seriously know how to coordinate. I haven't even managed a new pcp on my new insurance...a year in.

I totally have eaten at places in Midtown near Times Square that were not a Planet Hollywood or a Hard Rock Cafe.

Koreatown is RIGHT THERE! oi

I think a glass of wine would be a great addition to bra shopping. The DJ NSM.

Agreed. Although wine might lead me to spend more on bras than I can really afford (the little voice saying "but it's so comfortable" is more convincing after a glass of wine, ime)

I like amuze. Neologism approved.

Yikes, sarameg! I had no idea any of that could happen. Glad your hygienist et al were looking out for you! That is some impressive patient care, finding someone who could see you that fast and take your insurance and that they approve of!

I don't mind peeing in the dark in the woods (I might prefer it, in fact) but at home I like a light. The shower curtain has a way of looking sinister in the dark.

Is it typical of teenage girls to speak only in high-pitched shrieks of glee and/or outrage? I'm barely hanging on with this phone call. It's kinda stressing me out.