Dawn's Digression.
Thursday, January 15, 2004
The Psychiatrist, the Dentist, and the Ballet
The psychiatrist was an okay guy. I'm not going to say he was my dream date or that he spent more than 20 minutes with me, but he dished out the medication and didn't diagnose me as bipolar, which was my fear. He is going to keep an eye on me regarding that. Ugh. *rolls eyes*
Somewhere yesterday I lost the jolly I've been carrying for a week. Fuck. That was so fun! I just feel rushed right now. It has been one thing after another for me the last year. Granny. House. Wedding. Reception. Job. School. One of those things alone is okay (Well, you know what I mean.) Two of those, maybe. Sure thing. But for Pete's sake...I want a respite. Could I just chill for a bit, please? I can see how maybe it doesn't seem like much. It doesn't matter how it seems, though. It matters how it feels.
I went to the dentist today. My teeth hurt. They hurt because they got fixed, though, so I'm okay with it. Except that I'm holding my hand against my jaw cuz it really, really, really hurts. This will pass soon, though.
I need a rackin' frackin' drink, ya'll! :)
Okay, so anyway...
I get back to work this morning and eat my jello. I can't feel my face cuz the dentist numbed me all up. I go downstairs to get something from the truck. There's the HR manager asking me about my move. I'm griping. I go to the mail room to ask for boxes. A lady asks me what happened to my face. "The dentist," I reply. After she walks off, I touch my face. JELLO WAS ON MY FACE. I'm walking around talking to folks. Ordinarily I would A) feel the jello or B) look in the mirror. However, my face was dead, and my mirror was packed. How embarrassing! Oy.
I might be going to Atlanta in March to see an IG ballet. Who am I going with? Probably just me. I've never gone somewhere by myself like that before, so it will be very different. I don't think I even know anyone in Atlanta. If I could find someone to go with me, I would rent a car and make a road trip out of it, but I don't think I can drive that far alone. It's not a good idea. That means I have to fly. And then rent a car. Hmmm. This doesn't sound like a good idea, does it? I really really REALLY want to see this ballet, though. I haven't had an IG adventure in three years, and I am well overdue. Wanna go? I'm paying for the car and probably the hotel, too. I don't know how much tickets are. Maybe I'd buy that, too. Just think how fun to be trapped in a car with me for a trip that long! Come on, you know you wanna go!
Somewhere yesterday I lost the jolly I've been carrying for a week. Fuck. That was so fun! I just feel rushed right now. It has been one thing after another for me the last year. Granny. House. Wedding. Reception. Job. School. One of those things alone is okay (Well, you know what I mean.) Two of those, maybe. Sure thing. But for Pete's sake...I want a respite. Could I just chill for a bit, please? I can see how maybe it doesn't seem like much. It doesn't matter how it seems, though. It matters how it feels.
I went to the dentist today. My teeth hurt. They hurt because they got fixed, though, so I'm okay with it. Except that I'm holding my hand against my jaw cuz it really, really, really hurts. This will pass soon, though.
I need a rackin' frackin' drink, ya'll! :)
Okay, so anyway...
I get back to work this morning and eat my jello. I can't feel my face cuz the dentist numbed me all up. I go downstairs to get something from the truck. There's the HR manager asking me about my move. I'm griping. I go to the mail room to ask for boxes. A lady asks me what happened to my face. "The dentist," I reply. After she walks off, I touch my face. JELLO WAS ON MY FACE. I'm walking around talking to folks. Ordinarily I would A) feel the jello or B) look in the mirror. However, my face was dead, and my mirror was packed. How embarrassing! Oy.
I might be going to Atlanta in March to see an IG ballet. Who am I going with? Probably just me. I've never gone somewhere by myself like that before, so it will be very different. I don't think I even know anyone in Atlanta. If I could find someone to go with me, I would rent a car and make a road trip out of it, but I don't think I can drive that far alone. It's not a good idea. That means I have to fly. And then rent a car. Hmmm. This doesn't sound like a good idea, does it? I really really REALLY want to see this ballet, though. I haven't had an IG adventure in three years, and I am well overdue. Wanna go? I'm paying for the car and probably the hotel, too. I don't know how much tickets are. Maybe I'd buy that, too. Just think how fun to be trapped in a car with me for a trip that long! Come on, you know you wanna go!
Dawn, 3:39 PM
