
I have an appointment. Tomorrow. I've seen this dentist before (she's two doors down from where I used to work) and the front desk person got me in at 8AM. *cringe* Is it better to go to a dental appointment in one's sleep?
To really make things eeevil, I think the swelling is going down. I'm one of those "The roof doesn't leak when it isn't raining!" types...but I'm out of decent painkillers, worried that I might have some kind of infection, and tired of not being able to BITE or CHEW.
I haven't discussed with them the issue of billing...you and I know that I have NO money right now, except for the remains of my can money. Hopefully, that'll be enough for me to redeem whatever scrips she writes: antibiotics, antinflamatories, painkillers.... Friday is technically my next payday, but because of the overdraft situation, I don't count on having much more than gas money even then. I'm going to keep my fingers crossed that because I'm a returning patient and I DO have insurance (crappy tho' it may be), that they'll allow me a little wiggle room.
On the way home, I detoured down River Road, which is always a pleasure. I haven't been that way in quite a while---there are a number of MacMansions that have recently sprouted. Much as I'd like a more upscale house, I can't imagine living in some of those tacky extravaganzas. I mean, Tara, for fucking out loud. Columns and all. Ugh!
However, the corner lot that I've been eyeing for the last decade or so remains jungle. Encroached upon, but still uncleared. Now all I need is a good lotto payout....