Lately, life’s been a little rough – some patches larger than others.
In no particular order…
My father passed away.
While zooming downhill at CicLAvia, I was thrown off my bike by Oblivious Oliver perpendicularly turning into me and now, both knees are scarred, left elbow is nice and gnarly and my left hand is always feelin’ a little hinky. The funbags were the only thing that kept my chin from making friends with the asphalt. Being that we were only 40% of the way through the 20+mile ride, I had to hastily brush the gravel out of my wounds, trek on and rely on adrenaline to numb the pain.
The irises in our window box that Husfriend’s friend from Montana was so kind to send has been hosting some gnats that have long overstayed their welcome.
Our hanging fruit basket has become suicidal and comes crashing down as it pleases, full or not.
The water damage to our ceiling and walls caused by our neglectful upstairs neighbor was finally “fixed” by one of the resident handymen whom Husfriend has dubbed “Glue Sniffer.” Of course, a little spackle and paint would fix soaked 100-year-old lath and plaster walls. So now, the moisture and stains have seeped through to the surface and it looks worse than before.
The kid that lives up there is overweight, uncoordinated and likes to run around to boot.
Nothing new but the dog always hogs the bed. She’s cute so I pretty much let her do whatever she wants. Bad, I know. She’s also tiny so I’m always mindful of snuffing her in her sleep so I never really get to sleep. :/
And today, she’s not speaking to me. She’s upset that I sprinkled 0.35ml of water (aka flea meds) on the back of her neck.
I did get a break though.
I broke my tooth. A quadrant of my molar is just kicking it in the back of my mouth, hanging on by whatever is not its root.
So, I went to the Ostrow School of Dentistry of USC. For those that aren’t in the know, the school offers dental work for less than half of what it’d normally cost in exchange for your soul. Kidding. Sort of.
Basically, you eventually become assigned to a doctoral student who meticulously works on your mouth as their assignment.
I say “eventually” because my first 3-hour visit consisted of waiting in line in hopes of becoming a patient as they only accept 14 new patients per twice-daily session. more waiting, an oral cancer screening and x-rays.
Within 4 four weeks, I will be notified of the date and time of my second visit with my assigned student dentist for another 3-ish hour session where they’ll study my mouth and hash out a game plan.
Then, 4 weeks after that, my fractured tooth will finally be fixed.
I just hope I don’t swallow it before then…