The Furious Spinner

The parts of ordinary life I don't like are doctors and dentists and tests and crap like that. It fills the day with...yuckiness. Gotta get my mind right. Was too sick to go to the dentist—which I really wanted to do—and instead spent the day moaning on the couch. Wanted to get the dentist over with. I'm not afraid of dentists. I don't use Novocain. At least I didn't last time I got a filling and a crown. My new dentist seems nervous about me not getting numb. I tried to reassure him that it'll be all right. I do some acupressure while the dentist works, and it doesn't hurt much, plus I don't feel so wiped out afterward if I don't get a shot. Yes, I know this sounds bizarre. The first time someone told me they didn't use Novocain I thought they were nuts. But Novocain has epinephrine (or the like) in it, and that causes a wee bit of anxiety in my already nervosa body. Anyway, I wanted to get the crown in and over with, but it was not to be. The world (in the form of vertigo) was spinning too fast.

I also missed the annual Artists of the Gorge Art Show opening at the library last night, an October ritual I hated to miss, especially since it was dedicated to Linda. Mario said she looked beautiful, and she told me she had a great time.

Today Mario and I drove to Portland for him to get his stitches out. We got to the clinic a few minutes early. Mario went in, got the stitches out, and left the office before his 4:00 appointment time. When has that EVER happened? Have you ever gone to a doctor's appointment and gotten in on time, let alone gotten out BEFORE the appointment? We were astonished.

We celebrated by getting take-out to eat with the baseball game. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough cash and my credit card was blocked. I couldn't figure out why, since we only use it in emergencies and we don't owe anything on it. I was embarrassed; I don't know why. Mario ended up counting out quarters on the bar to pay for our dinner. I called the credit card company on the way home, and they had blocked our account because someone had called them yesterday, so they believed our "account had been compromised" (again). This made us late getting home so we only got to see the last out of the Knee Hi series (Red and White Sox).

So now the next series is on in the background (Damn Yankees and LA Angels). The players all look juiced. Unless I can find a team that doesn't look steroided to the max I'm just not interested. It would be fun to see the White Sox go to the World Series.

I know this is just trivia I write about tonight. Ah well, kids. It's either this or nada.

Much going on in the world. I feel strangely detached from it. I watch Tom DeLie flap his gums and wonder if he'll get away with it. I watch the Wrong (popularly called the Right) go apoplectic (I started to write apocalyptic) over Bush's nominee to the Supreme Court. Do you think maybe he picked her because she knows all his dirty little secrets, and he wants someone on his side when the Valerie Plame Wilson leak scandal goes to the Supreme Court? Everyone says they don't know her views. Of course they do. The Emperor surrounds himself with sycophants. She believes what he believes. Period. And Judith Miller. Well, you know what I think about all that: she went to jail to burnish her image. I haven't changed my mind. That special prosecutor better have an indictment for someone besides a journalist, however. And soon.

Ah well. We've all got our demons. That's just life. 0 comments

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