FFS, Life

It's been idyllic weather for cripples with crap circulation all winter long, so when does it go to shit with no warning? Why, two days before my dentist appointment, naturally. It took massive amounts of nut-it-up-and-get-it-done before my mouth explodes, so why wouldn't the weather gods conspire to dump three to five inches of snow and freezing rain over every available surface? It's not like that means I have to choose between my safety and living with a griping tooth for another few days, not to mention the stellar impression that's going make on my new dentist, who could've refused to see my complication-riddled ass.

Not like there is much choice; I'm not risking Roomie or the car or my hips, but I really wanted to get this done, and I feel like a jackwagon. Hopefully, he won't think I'm jerking him around when I call to reschedule.