Dental Dammit

[velvet]

So I had another dentist appointment today. One last tooth that needed tha drillin'. They called me up yesterday to remind me. This morning I wake up, brush my teeth, and brave the oh-so-treacherous drive to the U-district to finish up this round of dental repairs. I get there and the door's locked. So I knock. I knock knock knock, knock knock knock, then I knock some more. Knock knock knock, knock knock knock, knock forevermore! And then I call the fuckers on my cell phone only to be greeted with a cheerful recording announcing that "TODAY WE ARE HAVING A SNOW DAY! TEE HEE!" Motherfuckers! They couldn't be bothered to CALL their scheduled clients and let them know that they were taking the day off because the roads were wet and clear? Hell, my dad had a dentist appointment today too, with a different dentist, and they called him at 7am to let him know he didn't need to go in for his morning torture. It's not like the drive was that bad, and I definitely didn't have anything better to do than drive from here to the Ave and back, but still. They're a fucking business.

In other news, my face has almost completely healed and whatever concussion-after-effects I'd been suffering since Friday (face-plant onto ice off a rather large kicker up at Steven's) have mostly faded. The bridge of my nose is still quite sensitive and I keep getting headaches like nobody's business, but I'm not dizzy or confused anymore. Well, no more than normal, anyway.

Go badgers!