No fooling.
I had my first root canal and it was less than fun. As soon as I was given laughing gas, I started to hallucinate. It was mostly auditory....lots of strange unpleasant garbled sounds including a bit of opera and Motown mixed together. When I opened my eyes, the endodontist looked wicked and, even scarier, he had his eyes tightly shut. Worried people kept running in and out. I was truly terrified and tried to raise my arm to shove the evil closed-eyed doctor off but lucky for him, I had lost all control of my powerful fighting arms. They just flopped around in a way that must have been disconcerting but was hardly threatening.
It took a long long time to come around. Really long. They almost charged rent for the dental cubicle. Then the evil doctor came in, looking not evil at all and with both eyes wide open. He gave me the news....we weren't done! It had been over two hours and I was told that I was the proud owner of very unusual teeth....extra long and skinny roots (what irony! My only long skinny parts!)and not only that! Two more roots than most people! Bonus for me!
So I get to go back. This just stinks!
You know, they aren't kidding when they call a newborn "a bundle of joy". I don't think Sam and Gail could be any happier and I know that being a grandma does not get to be old hat. Nevaeh makes me very happy. What a beautiful child. What a beautiful gift.
I am really not sure why some flowers are called flowers and others are called weeds. Dandelions are pretty, cheerful, easy to grow, and my grandmother used to swear the the greens were a spring tonic.
How could anything as sweet as a violet be called a weed. I don't get it. I like a jumbled wild looking yard with a lot going on. I'm quite comfortable with my "weeds"!
Spring was blooming and at its best on our recent visit! Photos courtesy of Ellen...
