I’m back! Minus two teeth… :)

Folks, this is what an extremely skilled and patient-oriented dentist looks like.

The second I walked into the clinic yesterday morning, Dr. S, my surgeon for the double extraction, was at the front desk, and he smiled at me: “You’re here. Good!” Positive reinforcement FTW! It’s nice to be praised for overcoming a major fear and showing up in spite of one’s terror.

He asked me if I was ready to go through to the chair, and once I was in the chair he listened to all my concerns with great respect, froze me up VERY solid, and did his work in an unhurried and thorough manner. And as I’ve already noted, the man knows his Jedi mind tricks: the second I looked into his eyes, my anxiety levels plummeted by about 90%!

The nitrous oxide certainly helped too. Wow… the overall effect is hard to describe, but I felt enclosed in a warm soft tingly cocoon, floating just above the chair and completely insulated from all the stuff (pulling, drilling, cracking, etc) that was going on in my mouth. Everything was mellow, everything was “dude”, and nothing could touch me. 10/10, best thing EVER for dental procedures.

Big bonus points for Dr S: When I was dizzy getting out of the chair after the procedure, he even took my hand and led me into the waiting room, then carefully sat me down in a chair before waking me through what I have to do in terms of after-care. And at every step he checked that i was present and understood what was being said. AMAZING! He was quite expensive, but worth every single penny, and I would trust him with just about any dental procedure moving forward — even a root canal, which previously I would NEVER have contemplated.

And this morning, after a good night’s sleep, I woke up in almost no pain at all. Although I feel like I’ve been run over by a small truck I’m still going to be able to get out to see Darcy, my stylist, and get a nice haircut for the book launch on November 10th. After so much worry and fretting, my dentist experience really couldn’t have gone any better.

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My response to a “describe your main character” challenge on a FB writers group…

The first thing fellow Greatest noticed about Tir’at~Esk was the hue of his feathers: the rich blue of a winter sky just starting to darken toward evening, with dashing accents of black down the length of the long feathers and flashes of white at the tips. In combination with his black hide (visible on his muzzle, his hands, and his lower legs), which was daintily streaked with scarlet stripes, it created a most dramatic effect. The second thing one noticed was the way he carried himself: head erect on his long graceful neck, his scythe-claws confidently cocked back, his stride steady and full of confidence. And finally, one saw the flash of silver on his left forearm: the Source-forged vambrace given to him on the orders of the Sky Emperor Himself, inscribed with the sacred characters of the Word and capable of recording both his thoughts and everything which happened in his immediate environment — for Tir’at was an ~Esk, a courier/scribe, and in his own opinion the finest example of an ~Esk to grace the Settlement of the Culture of the Word in many a long generation. That this sentiment might not be shared by his fellow Warriors did not trouble him in the least.

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Is it the flu, or is it Memorex?

Last Saturday I got the flu shot. Diabetic, herd immunity, and all that.

On… Wednesday? I started to feel really godawful. And today I feel just as godawful: nausea, sore throat, achy muscles, headache, and a general sense that all the Whos down in Whoville are crying “Boo hoo hoo HOO!”

Apparently I’m not the only one who’s found out that this year’s shot has the kick of Missouri mule on steroids. But misery (in this case) doesn’t really love company.

Eh. It’s a gorgeous fall day out there: sunny, falling leaves, dry sidewalks. I really should take advantage of the occasion to get out there and get some sunshine, but all the flu (or flu shot) stricken part of me wants to do is curl up under several blankets, drink hot tea, and hibernate.

Well… we have a Greek/Canadian fusion restaurant that’s quite good, LITERALLY 30 seconds away from our apartment building. Come lunch time, I might totter down there and see how their chicken gyro sits on my stomach (which was not at all happy with last night’s experiment featuring Chinese food). Or I might take another chance on the Chinese, which is sitting in our fridge in seven nearly chock-full containers, silently mocking me.

The problem, of course, is that my head is as fuzzy as a kiwi right now and I’m not in a good position to be making those kind of decisions.

I haven’t had the flu in a number of years, so I suppose I should really be counting my blessings. 🙂