Monday I lay in bed, tossing and turning, trying to fall asleep despite the radiating pain in my wrists, especially my right one. The next day I awoke and packed to head down to Jake’s house. At 8 AM I called the dentist to try to reschedule the cleaning I was supposed to have on Wednesday. I managed to get a cancellation time for 11 AM that day.
As I left my house I realized it was raining. Not quite a torrential downpour, but a fair amount. I wasn’t too happy about that. Not that I’m scared of driving in the rain, but I hate the enormous amount of brainpower it uses.
I arrived at the dentist’s at 10:50 and got myself checked in. I sat and read Time magazines that creeped me out a fair bit since they were all from before judgment day the election. At 11:35 I was ushered into the office. The hygenist took some x-rays and then the dentist himself came to check out my mouth. Since the lady was behind, he was checking me before she cleaned it.
He took a gander at the x-rays that were projected up on the TV screen in the corner. I was thinking to myself ‘dang I have a nice looking mouth’ when he turned to me and said ‘Looks pretty nice. A little gingevitis here and there, but that’s normal.’ I gawked at him like he had just said I was growing my vampire fangs quite nicely.
I honestly couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. I can’t imagine he’d joke about it, but he had sounded so joke-y. I decided to myself that I’d take his comment seriously.
I refrained from shoving the hygenist away from me as she mauled examined my mouth. ‘You drink a lot of coffee,’ she said dryly.
‘Yeth,’ I responded as calmly as I could given that her finger was still in my mouth.
‘You should use a whitening toothpaste. I’ll give you a few samples.’ I only retorted ‘I do use a whitening toothpaste‘ in my head.
As she explained for the third time how to floss, I refrained from screaming ‘I know how to f%&*ing floss! I can still remember the demonstration we had in the music room when I was in elementary school! Since admitting I know how to floss, but don’t, would be even worse.
I was out the door at 12:12 PM with two mini tubes of the exact toothpaste I currently use, a snazzy new soft-bristled toothbrush, some awfully thick looking floss, and the fear of my teeth falling out of my head in me.
I refrained from sobbing/screaming all the way to Jakes house (in the rain). You should be proud of me my dudes. Why? I didn’t knit at all that day. Not in the waiting room, not during the examination, not once I got to Jake’s. I didn’t knit for almsot 48 hours, the most I haven’t knitted in probably years.
Why would I torture myself in such a manner? My damn wrists. I didn’t want a repetative stress injury. I did it, though, my wrists feel much better, and I’ve been flossing every evening.
(You should be proud of that too.)
No knitting for 48 hours?! The horror!
I really hope your wrists are getting better soon!
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I think they are. I’m slowly easing back into knitting a bit here and there. Thanks. 🙂
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sounds like a great day – not!!! keep flossing and knitting in moderation. not sure I could go 48 hours without knitting and remain sane.
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Thanks. I’ve been keeping up with the flossing. I was doing it for a while last year and just fell off the wagon. At least I don’t drink soda, so I have that going for me.
My wrists seem to be better. I knitted for a couple hours today and no pain. I think it might have just been the sheer amount of knitting I did right before the holidays.
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glad you are feeling better – it likely was the big amount – you have to work up to these things – training!
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Haha, training for knitting. I like it!
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🙂 Wait until it is an Olympic sport…
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Imagine all the different events, brioche bobsled, steeking skiing, etc etc
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Double pointed pole vaulting… 🙂
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That’s a good one.
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