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February 25, 2005
Another cold!
I have another cold. This is my third cold in a four month time frame. This really sucks. I had already made an appointment to see my doctor tomorrow because I thought I had an ear infection, so I guess I'll ask him if he knows some magic cure to boost my immune system.
I got a promotion at work. I am now the Senior Assistant Manager. It kind of gives me a taste for what it would be like to be a manager, without having all of the responsibility on me. My manager still comes in the store once a week. But basically I am running the store. There is a lot more to being a manager than I realized. Like, I finally realized that he always took Sunday off because it is the easiest day of the week to give yourself as an off day. I can't decide if I really like it or not, yet. Time will tell.
I know you friends that I have talked to about switching careers are asking yourselves "What is this promotion? I thought you were going to look for another job?" Well, I figured at the very least I should get some actual management experience under my belt before I figure out what I want to do next.
Posted by shmecky at 12:17 AM | Comments (0)
February 15, 2005
Well, isn't this just the suck
Two years ago, I had a tooth that was giving me some pain. I went to the dentist, he took some X-rays. He didn't see anything, but drilled a little and gave me a filling anyway. This did not make the pain stop. So, he deduced that I must have a crack somewhere in my tooth and did a root canal.
This was the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. Even after two shots of novacaine, I could feel it. It was more painful than my kidney stone. It actually brought me to tears.
Needless to say, I did not tell him that I was feeling a kind of pressure under my crown. I would rather it have rotted away than to feel that pain again.
This year, I went to a new dentist because my insurance changed. He apparantly is very excited about dentistry, because he told me what great teeth I have and how my roots are so long, my teeth will probably never fall out. Since he was so nice, I told him about the pressure under my crown. He took some X-rays but couldn't really see anything. So he sent me to an endodontist.
The endodontist told me I have a few options, and all of them suck.
1) Do nothing. If the tooth isn't really bothering me (and it's not.. I was just worried something was really wrong under there) then I will probably be okay. He said to just make sure my dentist takes an X-ray once a year to make sure it's not getting bad.
2) Re-treatment. This would involve drilling a hole in my crown and cleaning out all the filling that my previous dentist put in there. My crown could break and I might need to get another one. Another problem is that the root might have shrunk (or the filling he put in there, I don't really know what I am talking about) and he actually plans on dissolving the filling, and it could infect where the root used to be (or something like that). In this case we would go to...
2A) Apicoectomy. "Excision of the apical portion of a tooth through an opening made in the overlying labial, buccal, or palatal alveolar bone." Basically, he would cut into my gum and get to the root from there. Not particularly appealing. And if I had a crack still in my tooth, or in the root, that wouldn't solve the problem anyway. So, that would lead to...
3) Extraction. I do not want to lose my tooth. I am only 25. I take good care of my teeth. And the most attractive option for replacing the tooth would be a dental implant, which I do not have the money for.
So, for the time being, I have opted to do nothing. My dentist will make sure that everything is ok in there and if it actually starts to hurt, I guess I'll get the re-treatment done. *sigh*
Posted by shmecky at 09:01 AM | Comments (1)
February 10, 2005
Nightmares
I was planning on sleeping in this morning, but was awakened by some telemarketers. At first I was mildly annoyed, but then I was actually happy that they woke me up. I was having a horrible nightmare. I dreamed that my older brother died.
And it was really weird, because it was very real. I even remember thinking that I must have been in denial because when I talked to my dad before I went to bed, we talked about my brother. So, I didn't quite wake up crying, but I was in a weird mood.
The good news is that my car is ready to be picked up, after being in the shop for three weeks or so. It will be nice to drive MY car again!
Posted by shmecky at 09:09 AM | Comments (0)