Holiday Surprise
"I'm on page 79 in this book! My brother stays in his cave," my sister chimed from her stool (she did not see any problem with coming in and watching the dentist work on me) without any conversational segue.
"In case you didn't notice, Cayle, I've hardly been in my room since I got the radon test results. And even before then, I didn't really hang out down there."
"Radon?" the dentist asked. "They say that that's pretty manageable. Ooh, speaking of radioactivity, I see a lot of decay in here."
"Decay? Aha," the gears in my head ground and pinned yet another problem on radon. My enamel in the back chipped away and let one of the big molars disintegrate. Before I knew what had happened, the dentist had given me a shot of something, and my mouth fell slack and gave up. All I could see was lots of red liquid draining up through a suction tube, while my sister watched with semi-interest and the dentist tried to shoo her away.
I'm on a two-degree vacation, it seems. Sleeping in a new room makes everything feel just a little more special, even if I'm still numb.
Somehow, I was entrusted to man the Democratic headquarters this evening - - alone. Such is the nature of the party, I guess. In two hours, six people came in (one was my dad, possibly investigating to make sure that I hadn't fabricated the whole volunteering story), but I tried to tell all of them about the positive attributes of the Democrat candidates, and the shiftiness of the Republicans. Hopefully they understood me, since my anaesthetic hadn't worn off, and one half of my mouth couldn't keep up with the other.
"In case you didn't notice, Cayle, I've hardly been in my room since I got the radon test results. And even before then, I didn't really hang out down there."
"Radon?" the dentist asked. "They say that that's pretty manageable. Ooh, speaking of radioactivity, I see a lot of decay in here."
"Decay? Aha," the gears in my head ground and pinned yet another problem on radon. My enamel in the back chipped away and let one of the big molars disintegrate. Before I knew what had happened, the dentist had given me a shot of something, and my mouth fell slack and gave up. All I could see was lots of red liquid draining up through a suction tube, while my sister watched with semi-interest and the dentist tried to shoo her away.
I'm on a two-degree vacation, it seems. Sleeping in a new room makes everything feel just a little more special, even if I'm still numb.
Somehow, I was entrusted to man the Democratic headquarters this evening - - alone. Such is the nature of the party, I guess. In two hours, six people came in (one was my dad, possibly investigating to make sure that I hadn't fabricated the whole volunteering story), but I tried to tell all of them about the positive attributes of the Democrat candidates, and the shiftiness of the Republicans. Hopefully they understood me, since my anaesthetic hadn't worn off, and one half of my mouth couldn't keep up with the other.