
Today is a good day for a Foursome
I know I said I wouldn’t write about this again. But it’s ALL consuming and no other thoughts can penetrate my brain at this point in time so… sue me. Have your lawyer contact my lawyer and we can let them duke it out. Because I’m going there……I can’t help myself!
I don’t think I signed my original pledge in blood or sacrificed a small bird at the end of my hopeful paragraph, so your lawyer might have a weak case. Just saying……..
Something has gone wrong at the spot where my tooth used to be located. I don’t know what is wrong, but my highly tuned instincts tell me this is so. I know this gut instinct is spot on, because I would like to die. I would like someone to take a sledgehammer and knock me upside the head so I can finally be unconscious and blissfully out of my misery. This new enhanced pain makes me wonder what in gods name was I whining about when I simply had a broken tooth. Broken tooth pain felt like a soft breeze caressing my skin compared to this new mind boggling experience.
I called my dentist office at 8:00 a.m sharp this morning.
Secretary Mindy, all cheery and bright, “Good Morning, Dr. W office, how may I help you?”
Rebecca: “Yes, This is Rebecca, your favorite Dental phobia patient that you did a tooth extraction on Friday.”
Secretary Mindy, “Oh hey Rebecca, surprised to hear from you, how are you doing?”
Rebecca: ” Yes, something has gone terribly wrong and I would like to schedule a time to come in so you can all just kill me. Put me out of my misery. Mount my head on the wall to evoke fear in all your patrons.”
Secretary Mindy: “Hahah, you’re so funny.”
Rebecca:” I’m dead serious. I would like to die now. I wanted to die last night, but I don’t have enough pain killers left to overdose. YOU HAVE TO HELP ME.”
Secretary Mindy: “Can you be here by 11:20?”
Rebecca: ” I’ll be early. Do I get another rubber duckie to go with my collection?”
Secretary Mindy: ” I’ll give you two.”
I’ve had about all I can take of this. If there wasn’t such a thing as bad luck, I’d have no luck whatsoever. Please tell me someone else has experienced this sort of tooth misery before. I can’t be the only one. I’m talking the kind of pain that makes you want a quick and peaceful death, just so you can sleep again………..
BUT, I’m not letting this tooth issue break my daily writing streak of 48 days. Nope, no way. Someday, I will return to normal. Someday I’ll write about something that doesn’t reek of moaning and groaning and irrational requests. Someday, I may even eat again~
Today, I decided I wanted to focus on helping other bloggers. When I changed blogs a few months back to seize and conquer my own domain space, I was pretty clueless and floundered through trial and error. Blogging for me, up until this point is pretty much like how I take pictures with my basic Nikon digital camera. I point (write), I shoot (publish), and hope for the best.
Tomorrow is the big day. The holy Mother of all appreciation holidays. Not only do I look forward to how my daughters will spoil me, I get to spoil my own Mother. The whole day carries good vibes and I’d never turn my back on good Mamma juju.
I’ve played with my header again. (keep it clean folks, keep it clean) Are you feeling the love yet? Does the May quote entice feelings of friendship and does the colorful pink petals positively ooze with welcome ? Yes? No? If it’s a no, spare me the agony and just say the sort of thing a person says about a newborn baby that looks like a creepy wrinkled 90 yr. old bald man. Say, “Oh, yes, well, I just love the color of your font. Yes, font, it’s just adorable.” When in doubt, compliment the color of the hair, or eyes, or font style. That’s called, huddling in the safe zone.