Stardust Asylum

We may just need this sign.

more the engrish!

Sixty-four dollars poorer and I can wave ta-ta to the dentist for awhile! Everything is taken care of, my lip is so numb I can’t eat my apple cinnamon yogurt, but the relief is like honey to the butterflies in my stomach. Here’s to an upcoming good night’s sleep!

And now I can start looking forward to all the good things! Had a wonderful wonderful weekend visit from Gus (much chicken wings, much dollie goodness, much AMAZING chocolate, and much much more fantastic conversation. Thank you, Gus!), and this weekend, another friend is coming to visit.

No doll pictures, no writing *tear*, but now it’ll all come! The dental nightmare is over!

While we watch the votes all adding up and I consider the exciting future we have *sarcasm drips menacingly* regardless of who wins, I think how much more I enjoy politics when someone is making fun of them.

And I remembered this Snickers ad from the 2000 election run.

Laugh, damn you, laugh!

And good on everyone who got out and voted today!

Vet visit for puppy, including traumatic “up the nose” vaccination…$92.46

Dentist visit to finish root canal with tooth buildup not included in criminally high root canal charge…$60.95

Rent for apartment beneath old woman who listens to melodic 70’s Euro-porn…$350

Groceries that somehow didn’t include noodles needed for dinner…$28.00

Finding out that one of your chinchillas has taken a bite out of John Barleycorn’s finger…

PRICELESS

Well, now the dentist is refusing to give me anything for my appointment tomorrow because “there won’t be any novacaine.” Oh, gee thanks! You’ve cured my phobia! It must just be novacaine that makes it so I can’t sleep, can’t breathe, can’t stop shaking. Glad to know that the dentist office can make the call about what the actual phobia is and how it should be taken care of.

I really liked this office when I went for my cleaning and for my first root canal appointment. But this last Saturday, I felt rushed and ignored and then in more pain than after my first root canal appointment. It basically reinforced all the fears I’d been slowly trying to chip away at. And now this…I’m not really feeling the sensitivity. Sorry if I’m too pathetic for you, dentist office.

Let’s just say that tomorrow’s appointment better be the quickest smoothest fucking dental procedure I have ever had.

Well, just had what I thought would be the second half of my root canal. No, no, I was wrong…apparently, they do it in THREE appointments, so I have to go in on Tuesday for them to ‘build up the tooth.’ Gee, thanks, guys! Apparently the fact that I’m terrified of dentists means they should drag everything out as long as possible! Especially pissed off since they keep putting me in for hour long appointments that are only taking 40 minutes. They couldn’t use those last 20 minutes that I paid a lot of money for and finish up??

It hurts like a bitch this time, too. I thought all of that was done. Valium, I’ve learned, does jack shit for me. Half an hour after I take it, I’m dizzy for about fifteen minutes. That’s it. I’ve expressed this to the dentist…apparently, that doesn’t matter.

Very pissed off, very upset. I’d thought that this would be DONE today, not ‘mostly done.’ I was looking forward to being able to sleep full nights and not be stressed thinking about it. Ah well…what’s a couple more nights without good sleep?

As a reward to myself for surviving my root canal, I waited to open Versai’s Dino Maroon dress until yesterday when I got home from the dentist. (I survived, it wasn’t that bad, and my darling Roommate got me beautiful flowers for being not brave.)

Some days, Versai feels more like  a prince. Hunting days, card-playing days, chasing after pretty maids at court days. Decision days, days when he can’t afford to cry. Some days, he is more a princess. Days when he has to be soft, days when he has to be cruel. Days when he reflects that the smile and pannier may be stronger than the sword.

And yes…he did have to go sideways through that door. XD

That would be Bunni in her mouth, the toy she finally figured out how to squeak.

Well…I managed to bully past another fear and went to the dentist’s for a cleaning today. It wasn’t too bad…the office was nice. Fewer tooth problems than I thought I’d have. Need a filling…and a root canal. *sigh* Expensive, long, stupid root canal. Trying not to lose my nerve, I made the appointment for this Saturday at 9 am. The dentist is really nice, and I imagine once I’m numbed up, it’s pretty much the same as anything else. I hope. I had one before, but it was sort of weird circumstances. So, yeah, I’m scared, but I am proud of myself for going and making the next appointment…and relieved that I only have a To Do Dental list of two, rather than the images I was having of nine cavities and a tooth to pull.

 Be proud of me!

Hah, and you should see the highlited big note on my chart- “Vry afraid of the dentist!” ‘Cause I’m brave like that.

Life is a series of stresses lately, not least the 780 point drop on Wall Street today (remember, I work for a broker dealer). I’m trying to contemplate the natural cycle, the death and birth and rebirth, of nature and hopefully, of myself.

The year is dying slowly in the bloody autumn leaves

The pond scum whispers greenly of the death it hides beneath.

Murmurs of a sunset that is longer than the day

The Year King ponders mortality. And the mortality

That he’s lost.

Pictures by Armeleia.