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[ 9 Jun 20:38 ] argh bright children in public
So I was standing in a very long line at the grocery store behind a little asian girl who's holding her mother's place in line. Her attention was clearly wandering, and eventually she turns around to face me. She looks at the box of catfood I have in one hand, the three cans of catfood I have in the other, and very earnestly asks, 'Do you have a cat?'
No! I am liable to reply at this point, these are for me! But no, I'm nice to little kids, usually, and I confirmed that I own a cat.
I was then subjected to the most intense interrogation of my LIFE.
Is it a boy or a girl? Does he bite? If you flick at his ears, does he bite? Does he scratch? Does he do this? (she hisses) Does he purr? Is he purring right now? Is he at home? Alone? Is he scared? Has he ever caught a mouse? >:O!! Did he EAT it?? Oh. When you picked it up, was it squeaking?
Her mother came back at this point, which cut the interview short. So I'll reply here.
No, little girl, it was not squeaking. It was unconscious. I threw it down a trash chute. And my cat was mad at me for days.
Is he purring right now. Cripes.
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[ 26 Apr 1:05 ] SYMPATHY CALL
For those of you who know me well, this story will sound EERILY FAMILIAR.
Friday morning, one of my bottom molars started to hurt. It had actually been kind of hurting on and off, because my dentist drilled on it back in December and wasn't really sure if it needed a root canal, so I had just been dealing with a temporary filling since then because I am lazy, I guess. But Friday it hurt badly enough that I had to skip a lunch party that was going on in my office, and I was busy enough to justify this with work and yet not call my dentist. I figured it would go away.
It got worse throughout the day. ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) beeblebabe and I had tickets to go see Silent Hill, so I suffered my way through that (I in no way defend the film, but I actually enjoyed it a lot, so :p Mr. Ebert), and I went home and curled up with my heating pad. I had a bunch of plans for the weekend, but all the rain we had made backing out of them pretty easy.
This wasn't a toothache that came and went, it was just sitting there, and no amount or combination of OTC painkillers made it budge an inch. Frustrating! Very painful.
Monday rolled around, and I called sick out of work and called my dentist. My dentist apparently doesn't work mondays, so I made an appointment for first thing tuesday morning and suffered another day with my heating pad.
So. Tuesday. Day 5. I am really hurting now. My dentist takes x-rays and says it looks like I need that root canal after all.
"We can start it today, get the nerve out of there so it stops hurting and then finish up next week, so you can get back to work today," he says. "Or we can just do the whole thing next week."
"It really hurts," I say.
So he injects me with the novocaine and says, as he always says, "That's the worst part. Just a pinch." He leaves me for a while so that can kick in, and comes back with the drill.
I swear to god, when that drill hit my tooth I kicked like a mule.
"You felt that?" he asks incredulously.
"Yes!!"
"It hurt?"
"Yes!!"
Another six shots of novocaine and two additional attempts at drilling later, he gives up. Apparently the tooth is infected. Over the course of five days, it has become so badly infected that the site has become entirely acidic, making it so the basic novocaine has no effect on the nerve. I've been given a prescription of antibiotics and must tough it out until Friday, when we will try this again.
Points of note:
- Having a bad tooth is one thing. Having a bad tooth that has had a drill applied to it a couple of times and a needle prodded around it is quite another. I am now in much worse shape than I was before I saw my dentist.
- When my dentist told me that it was beginning to look like he couldn't do anything today, I meekly cleared my throat and asked if I could have some lortab or something. "I don't precribe lortab to my patients," he said. "I can give you vicodin." Apparently he gets shit from the feds if he prescribes lortab! When the hell did this start? Is he just being a bastard to me or something? Vicodin gets me very woozy but has done nothing for the pain, and I can't ramp up the dosage because it has friggin' acetaminophen in it.
- For some reason Head Honcho at work has become very interested in the results of a report I've been putting together concerning our commerce partner, so I can't take any more time off of work this week. I didn't even know this guy knew my name.
- I have been crying like some kind of woman all DAY. My mother must think I'm dying, since I was half sobbing when she called me tonight. 5 days of steadily increasing pain + stress at work + PMS, probably, woo = kill meeeeee
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[ 17 Mar 11:58 ]
There is a special place in hell for the people who go around making sure everyone is wearing green on St. Patrick's Day.
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[ 10 Feb 11:50 ] : w . o O ( D: )
I am actually kind of backed up on things I'm supposed to LJ about, but I assume that most people don't really want to hear about how someone else found a fifty on the ground and got to keep it. Last night's adventures = far more interesting.
( BIRD WOES )
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[ 13 Jan 16:34 ] objectiiiiooooooon
Early December:
ARIELLE: Hi, I'd like to renew my photo identification, please.
THE NEW YORK DMV: No problem! We'll have that mailed to you in four to six weeks!
ARIELLE: ...mailed?!
NY DMV: Yes, ma'am.
ARIELLE: But I'm right here! Can't you just give it to me, in the fashion of both the SC DMV and the NJ DMV, whom I am assuming represent the national standard?
NY DMV: No.
ARIELLE: Well, that's weird.
ARIELLE's HOME ADDRESS: I tend to receive one of every three magazines ARIELLE subscribes to, maybe.
ARIELLE: Okay, fine, mail it to my work address.
ARIELLE: If you must.
Today:
ARIELLE: It's been six weeks. WHERE'S MAH ID?
www.nydmv.state.ny.us: Click here to track mailed photo documents!
ARIELLE: click.
www.nydmv.state.ny.us: Document could not be delivered!
ARIELLE: WHAT
www.nydmv.state.ny.us: Yup.
ARIELLE: WHY
www.nydmv.state.ny.us: Can't tell.
ARIELLE: Please, kind website, give me a phone number I might call.
www.nydmv.state.ny.us: Sure thing!
www.nydmv.state.ny.us: Here are our call centers' phone numbers. They are open from 8:00am to 4:00pm on weekdays that are not also, coincidentally enough, federal holidays.
ARIELLE: ...
ARIELLE: Son of a whore.
www.nydmv.state.ny.us: :D
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