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Jan. 5th, 2005 03:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickMy god, I'm awash in
So I went to the dentist. The nice technician girl cleaned my teeth. The dentist looked at 'em and allowed as how the gums were in pretty good shape. (Guess the four thousand dollars of perio work from the Evil Perio Guy was worthwhile. [No, I don't have dental coverage. That was out-of-pocket.]) I ponied up fifty-five dollars (cost of a routine cleaning in my neck of the woods) and went away reasonably happy. Yay. I'm done until May, when I get to go see the Evil Perio Guy again.
I also *dum dah dah dah DUM* got the oil changed in my car. Yes, this is the oil change I've been meaning to get since some time early in December. I didn't sneak out early and get the oil changed without telling you folks about it. (Don't you feel special?) I just quietly didn't mention the ongoing unchanged oil in the furtive hope that you wouldn't notice or call me out about it. Anyway, now there is fresh oil (and a fresh air cleaner) in my car, so that's good.
And I called *a* doctor and have an appointment to be looked at next week. Yippee. The prospect of visiting a doctor does not fill me with enthusiasm. (The doctor MaryAlice suggested is not accepting new patients, so I don't have an appointment with him. This is a different doctor, one that my aunt finds passable, moderately competent, and not overly annoying.) MaryAlice suggested that I stop in tomorrow morning on my way to work and pick up all the forms I'm going to have to fill out so that I can fill them out ahead of time and thus escape having to fill out forms on my lap in a fucking waiting room. Sounds like a plan to me.
So I went to the dentist. The nice technician girl cleaned my teeth. The dentist looked at 'em and allowed as how the gums were in pretty good shape. (Guess the four thousand dollars of perio work from the Evil Perio Guy was worthwhile. [No, I don't have dental coverage. That was out-of-pocket.]) I ponied up fifty-five dollars (cost of a routine cleaning in my neck of the woods) and went away reasonably happy. Yay. I'm done until May, when I get to go see the Evil Perio Guy again.
I also *dum dah dah dah DUM* got the oil changed in my car. Yes, this is the oil change I've been meaning to get since some time early in December. I didn't sneak out early and get the oil changed without telling you folks about it. (Don't you feel special?) I just quietly didn't mention the ongoing unchanged oil in the furtive hope that you wouldn't notice or call me out about it. Anyway, now there is fresh oil (and a fresh air cleaner) in my car, so that's good.
And I called *a* doctor and have an appointment to be looked at next week. Yippee. The prospect of visiting a doctor does not fill me with enthusiasm. (The doctor MaryAlice suggested is not accepting new patients, so I don't have an appointment with him. This is a different doctor, one that my aunt finds passable, moderately competent, and not overly annoying.) MaryAlice suggested that I stop in tomorrow morning on my way to work and pick up all the forms I'm going to have to fill out so that I can fill them out ahead of time and thus escape having to fill out forms on my lap in a fucking waiting room. Sounds like a plan to me.
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Date: 2005-01-06 04:47 am (UTC)Being an adult is rather exhausting.
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Date: 2005-01-06 01:29 pm (UTC)I do not want to discuss how long it's been since I went in for a girly bits inspection, but I imagine the doctor person will ask. It's her job, after all. *sigh* I don't object to the inspection, particularly, as long as they don't use cold metal bits. My particular area of weird with that is that I have a great deal of trouble being buck naked (except for a napkin) and trying to make polite conversation with someone who's inspecting my crotch in appallingly good lighting. It just seems weird.