Jazzy Does 100 Days of Happiness 16
As you know, Trifecta has a history of dedicating the
entire month of October to Halloween. We’re kicking it off early and easy with
You’ve found some old books. On page 3 of one of the books,
this illustration appears.
Give us the 33 words that follow this illustration. What happens
DID IT WORK??
Harry checked the brochure.
All tension and worry washed away, it said.
Mind and body relaxed, muscles soothed.
Detoxified. Blemish free.
Turned you swamp green, Gordie!
I have missed the deadline for this prompt and the challenge is closed so I can’t link up, (yes I am a procrastinating idiot) but I’m posting it purely for my own amusement anyway. Cuz I really like the picture.
My dentist is a funny guy.
He is also gentle, efficient, quiet, skilled, calm, and altogether very pleasant.
It is really hard to hate him.
I didn’t intend to go back to see him again so soon, but a chunk of a very old filling came loose so I made an appointment, without having a mild panic attack. It’s about time I outgrew this fear, wouldn’t you say? My dentist is not all that scary, after all. The night before I was scheduled to see him, (and the only good thing about this is the timing) another chunk of another very old filling also broke away from another molar. My teeth are falling out of my head as we speak. Or at least I am living with that stupid worry.
As much as I distress myself about all the work that has to be done, I’m very thankful to be in a place and time where it’s all possible and to have dental insurance that will pay for some of it. The prep work for a permanent bridge to fill in a gap (which I’ve had for years but before now never agreed to have fixed) has already been done. Ouch, physically and financially. Two more visits to completion, including a temporary and then a permanent crown. I can do this.
He told me I made a good impression. HAHA! They took about four of them with that weird pink goop that hardens and sets and feels like it’s never going to come loose without cracking your jaw. He assured me that only a couple of teeth came out with it, no worries.
I came home feeling a bit sorry for myself, had a liquid lunch, took a couple of pain killers and went to sleep. And after all that I felt a lot better. I forgave the dental assistant for gagging me with the suction pump, or whatever it’s called. The freezing came out of my eyeball and my nose. Frankly I don’t care if they freeze my entire head, but why do dental people always ask complicated questions when your mouth is full of plastic and clamps and pink goop?
So what does all this have to do with Sunday? Well, nothing really, it’s just what day of the week it happens to be, and the dentist visit happens to be what popped into my head. And now I would like to pop it right back out again and listen to something that has nothing to do with drills and bridges and bibs around the neck.
There have been many covers of this song, but nobody comes close to Etta James. Enjoy, and have a lovely lazy Sunday.
Tomorrow, at the ungodly hour of seven-thirty I make my third and final trip to Smiles Dental House of Horrors (not its real name) to get two chipped teeth repaired (not caused by chewing on branches or twigs) and then I have to suffer through the obligatory cleaning where the pissed off dental hygienist tries to scrape off every speck of enamel I have left while muttering about my gums bleeding on her instruments. All hygienists are pissed off, it’s in their job description. Plaque makes them downright belligerent. They really should try to be thankful for it, because – come on – without it, they would be unemployed.
All my life I’ve been a dentist avoider. I prefer to wait until the situation gets serious before wasting their time on something as boring as mere maintenance. I went for two days once with a toothache because I was afraid of the pain the dentist might cause with his drills. So I guess you would call that suffering pain to avoid suffering pain. Not the proudest or brightest page in my life story.
My dental phobia is a lot milder than it used to be, thanks to a great dentist who has a lot of patience with wimps. All it takes is a couple of traumatic experiences as a child to instill a lifelong fear – and then a hundred million non traumatic visits to get over it. I just have to keep telling myself that it’s an hour or two – that’s all – and then it’s over. And I can come home and play candy crush for the rest of the day. There’s still that little kid in me who likes to be rewarded for being brave.
For a couple of days I have been under the weather with a summer cold. Why do they always seem to be ten times worse than the colds we get in the winter? My head is full of sawdust. All day today it has been pouring rain, but that just gives me an extra excuse to stay inside and moan and sniffle and generally feel very sorry for myself. I have also been taking naps. I am embarrassed to say how many of them, so I won’t even try to calculate that. Let’s just say over 50% of my day and leave it at that.
There’s no one around right now to care how quickly and often I fall asleep, but if there were, here’s a list of nap excuses I’d use to make myself seem less of a sleepy head, or an old grandma who nods off mid conversation. Maybe I wouldn’t do that if the conversation was interesting, but I’d advise you not to place any bets on it anyway.
1. I was just resting my eyes for a minute. (My own grandma used this one a lot, and you’re right, no one believed her.)
2. I was doing some mood lifting, by bathing my brain in the neurotransmitter serotonin. What? You’ve never done that? I thought everybody did that.
3. I was meditating. It was very deep.
4. Those were my deep breathing exercises and you’ve made me lose my place. Now I’ll have to start over.
5. Recharging my batteries. They were at less than 20%.
6. Doing some horizontal rejuvenation maneuvers.
7. Practicing my person in a stupor role in case I ever have to play that part in a movie.
8. Experimenting with dream phenomenon.
9. Catching up on my adventures in slumberland research.
10. I always close my eyes when I put my brain in neutral. Too bad the same thing rarely happens with my mouth.
I suppose a nap by any other name is still a nap. Power napping is supposed to be good for you – increases your creativity and intelligence – in which case I must be verging on brilliant by now.
I’d write more, but I’m feeling the need to rest my eyes again. I was a cat in my last life. I think I may consider that option again the next time around.