Dentists and Disappointments

[cornerofmadness]

Had to be at my dentist this morning. I remember why I like him so much but damn I wish it wasn't 2-3 months even on an emergency appointment. He said that yes there is a bone spur and a broken buccal plate where they pulled out the tooth, so nothing unexpected there. It'll take months to fill in but that wasn't why I was there. My first crown is a problem child. It is 22-23 years old, had it put on in FL. It was a metal and porcelain style and I've spent two decades reacting to the metal in my gum. But it's now old. It's worn down badly in the back and it no longer fits well. Mostly it's a great place for food to get up under and be a pain in the ...well mouth. We're going to pull it off and replace it as soon as shit-ass insurance says yes. I go from there to the library because I won theater tickets. I was SO HAPPY! I won tickets to the Markay (the art deco theater saved from destruction and is such a nice place) I was thrilled until I got from there to my coffee house and looked up the play 'night, Mother Ooooo it's Halloween so surely this is horror, right? RIGHT? No, it sounds depressing AF about an epileptic divorced mom talking to HER mother about what to do when she dies because she's killing herself tonight. The whole play is two women. talking. ABOUT SUICIDE. Oh hell no. I'm taking the tickets back and telling them, thanks but see if someone else wants them because i have a conflict with the date (sounds better than I don't wanna see a play about suicide, not with my own issues) So disappointed. Wanna guess how many of the seven meds I was texted about that CVS actually filled? Did you guess one? Here's a gold star. I will never use their text service again. I had to go back up to Jackson later for the Uptown Upstairs history tour. I have a write up. Will share tomorrow (in theory) because I haven't had time to get the pics off my camera. I did have to get my ticket today at the Lillian Jones Museum (a cat followed me in. I should have carried him across the street which is where it lives and that's a busy road but I feared he'd cross back again) turns out the woman there got her nursing degree at my uni in the 1980s and remembers the people I started with. Speaking of nurses, the afternoon class did better and my majors did MUCH better this time

Comments

[spikedluv]

Bummer about the play.

I hope you don't have to wait too long for insurance to okay the dental procedure.

[cornerofmadness]

it was

at this point we'll switch insurances before he even has a spot on his schedule for me

[sylvanwitch]

My husband directed 'night, Mother a long, long time ago--before we'd even met--and I read it for grad school, so to all of your observations: YES! I mean, I think that kind of psychological play CAN be horrifying, unsettling, etc., in a purely shivery way, but I wouldn't want to see it either. I'm sorry that you won't get to go to the Art Deco theater, though!

[cornerofmadness]

Oh cool. Did not know he directed plays. Yeah I've lost too many friends to suicide and struggled with my own suicidal ideation this is not the play for me.

Eh I can go see other things there (I'm there many times a year but oddly not this year)