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Sep. 2nd, 2004 11:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
podlingYesterday was a very mixed day for me. It's probably a good thing I don't have a computer at home at the moment, because last night possibly would've been profanity filled and vicious. So here's the synopsis... actually, before I get to that, let me point out that yesterday was also the major pms day for me, oh, and I've now had a headache for 2 days.
Anyway, got my car serviced (oil change only) at 6:30 am. I have suddenly begun to love my mechanic, with his crazy early appointments. Of course, when I made the appointment, I forgot that I was actually supposed to be taking an earlier train all week, but hey, it all worked out okay. They were listening to an 80s mix apparently, but I was a bit surprised when I heard Debbie Gibson... I realize I'm stereotyping, but it really seemed weird to hear that coming out of the garage bay. So he comes out, says there's nothing wrong with my car. I said... "That's nice... and different." and he said he knew I'd say that. And it was then that I realized I have a relationship of sorts with my mechanic. He remembers me (well, and definitely my car, given how much time they spent fixing it this year). Then I realized that I'd feel unfaithful to have my oil changed elsewhere. Then I thought that perhaps I was going insane.
So then work was exciting... well, not really, but I was busy all day at least. Not too too busy, but nicely paced. Then after work I jetted off to Princeton for a dentist appointment. Now, mind you, I was dreading this. I'm generally not bothered by appointments, but I just had a bad feeling (and oh, how right I was). So I'm early for the appointment, which was a nice change of pace, then they did everything, and it all went smoothly until they come back with the x-ray and say, "Oh well you need a root canal and it's going to cost you $690. The way we work things here is that you have to give us $100 to make the first appointment, then you pay the remainder split over the 2nd and 3rd appointments." Okay, fine, except they don't take credit cards. And oddly enough, I don't walk around with either my checkbook or $100 cash. You know why? Because I don't have $100. So basically, I have the knowlege that I need a root canal, and a crappy night to show for it. I didn't cry in front of them though... I got out to the car first. Every single fucking time I start to get on top of my finances, I get knocked the hell down. It'd almost be funny if it wasn't my life. Oh well, the revolving debt isn't going anywhere, I guess. Just means I likely won't be able to really travel next year either. Fantastic.
Add that to the general unease I have about root canals. Now, before my last dentist, dental things never bothered me. But in the past several years I had to have 2 root canals. The first one has left a definite scar on my psyche. They didn't numb me enough, then didn't believe that, (though it may have had something to do with the infection, but still) and it was bloody and painful and oh so evil. So then the last one I had, with a different person, actually went okay. Well, except for the part where I wasn't numbed enough and started hyperventilating and freaking out. As soon as he noticed, and he did notice quickly, he stopped, then injected directly into the root, which totally worked. So it'd be annoying and stressful even if I *could've* made the appointment. Except I couldn't. So.
Anyway, got my car serviced (oil change only) at 6:30 am. I have suddenly begun to love my mechanic, with his crazy early appointments. Of course, when I made the appointment, I forgot that I was actually supposed to be taking an earlier train all week, but hey, it all worked out okay. They were listening to an 80s mix apparently, but I was a bit surprised when I heard Debbie Gibson... I realize I'm stereotyping, but it really seemed weird to hear that coming out of the garage bay. So he comes out, says there's nothing wrong with my car. I said... "That's nice... and different." and he said he knew I'd say that. And it was then that I realized I have a relationship of sorts with my mechanic. He remembers me (well, and definitely my car, given how much time they spent fixing it this year). Then I realized that I'd feel unfaithful to have my oil changed elsewhere. Then I thought that perhaps I was going insane.
So then work was exciting... well, not really, but I was busy all day at least. Not too too busy, but nicely paced. Then after work I jetted off to Princeton for a dentist appointment. Now, mind you, I was dreading this. I'm generally not bothered by appointments, but I just had a bad feeling (and oh, how right I was). So I'm early for the appointment, which was a nice change of pace, then they did everything, and it all went smoothly until they come back with the x-ray and say, "Oh well you need a root canal and it's going to cost you $690. The way we work things here is that you have to give us $100 to make the first appointment, then you pay the remainder split over the 2nd and 3rd appointments." Okay, fine, except they don't take credit cards. And oddly enough, I don't walk around with either my checkbook or $100 cash. You know why? Because I don't have $100. So basically, I have the knowlege that I need a root canal, and a crappy night to show for it. I didn't cry in front of them though... I got out to the car first. Every single fucking time I start to get on top of my finances, I get knocked the hell down. It'd almost be funny if it wasn't my life. Oh well, the revolving debt isn't going anywhere, I guess. Just means I likely won't be able to really travel next year either. Fantastic.
Add that to the general unease I have about root canals. Now, before my last dentist, dental things never bothered me. But in the past several years I had to have 2 root canals. The first one has left a definite scar on my psyche. They didn't numb me enough, then didn't believe that, (though it may have had something to do with the infection, but still) and it was bloody and painful and oh so evil. So then the last one I had, with a different person, actually went okay. Well, except for the part where I wasn't numbed enough and started hyperventilating and freaking out. As soon as he noticed, and he did notice quickly, he stopped, then injected directly into the root, which totally worked. So it'd be annoying and stressful even if I *could've* made the appointment. Except I couldn't. So.
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Date: 2004-09-02 09:45 am (UTC)*hugs* and sympathy...
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