This week has just been, wow. It's just been.
(Wait. I think I need to stop right here for a sec in case you started listening to This American Life this week because I said so, because damn this week's episode was depressing. Like, crazy depressing. They're not all like that! I swear! Jesus, Ira, what are you trying to do to me?)
It's been the kind of week that I can only laugh about because the other option has already been used up. To fill you in, have I bitched lately about this stupid filling I have? It's not just crazy sensitive to hot/cold/air/sugar, it's also prone to throbbing from time to time just for the hell of it. Recently, however that time to time has been almost all the time to time. Tylenol helps, but I can still feel it (right this second) gently jabbing away in the background.
I realized at the beginning of a spinning class earlier this week that it wasn't just the usual throbbing pain, it was now stabbing pain and it was getting worse. I took the class anyway because I'm a masochist and the pain faded temporarily, as it's wont to do. Then I woke up in the middle of the night in pain. On Thursday I finally broke down and went to the dentist because apparently what's missing in my life is more bad news. Just what I need!
He told me I needed a root canal and, oh yeah, a crown. I left the office numbly and didn't start crying until I was in the car. Partly because goddammit with the dental bullshit, partly because my tooth still really hurt and mostly because OMG THAT SOUNDS EXPENSIVE, RIGHT? I do have insurance, but it only covers a blithe 50%. I should also mention that I'm still paying off the stupid filling itself, as my insurance apparently doesn't cover composite fillings. So, I'm still paying for something that's about to be drilled out of existence. Mother Eff.
I went back to work and sort of crumbled into my chair. I was supposed to go to the gym after work and then to my meditation class after that, but all I wanted to do was go home and curl up on the couch and and cry and take a Percocet and maybe eat a fistful of cookies. So that's what I did. I got in my car and just kind of drove past the gym and decided I wasn't doing any of it. Not that night, anyway.
Then I spent the whole next day on a golf course, but that's it's own surreal story.