Oral Hygiene, Cripnam Style

One thousand one hundred and forty-four words.

Well, the dentist happened. Because my gums have been so long neglected, they cannot tolerate the hygienist prodding them, so it looks like I'll have a consultation with a periodontist who specializes in oral and I.V. sedation after I get back from my pilgrimage to Captain Kiwi. Ugh. It looks like a minimum of two more appointments. To scrape tartar.

I'm frustrated. Why can't I just sit in the dental chair and get my teeth cleaned like average people? Why does CP have to make everything a complicated, expensive fucking circus? Originally, the dentist was just going to give me injections of lidocaine and do it in his office, but the minute I casually mentioned fear of needles, it turned into this rigamarole. Dammit, man, just squirt some numbing agent on my gum, give me the jab, and GET ON WITH IT. I shouldn't have to undergo general anesthesia for a cleaning.

And you want to bet that's exactly what the periodontist is going to do, maybe with a side of Xanax or Valium? Only he'll charge seven times as much. Bah.

But! I went to pay the ridiculous second bill from the Internet/TV provider today, and they realized they had double-billed me. So that was an unexpected windfall.

The stress of the day has made me incredibly tired. I think it's going to be an early night.