The Playdate & The Dentist

The few days after Christmas were a doozy, for me. Ended up at the hospital night after having what was summed up to be an anxiety attack from too much stress and exhaustion, which was only compounded by us getting home at 4am and getting right back to it. Laura left for work and I took a quick nap, saw Dani & Vic off and then got to work myself, the whole while Yuula hanging off my leg and paying no attention to the hundreds of distractions she got on Christmas morning. Fail.

Then I had to go to the dentist, which is a very new and exciting endeavor for me. A scaling first on Thursday, which was wild, I feel like I have new teeth. And the a couple fillings on Friday which left me with some sore lips mostly. That guy was using a machete to hold my mouth open and I swear he had an anvil tied to other end of that suction tube that was dangling from my mouth.

Best thing about it was Yuula was able to get in a playdate with Isabella, something we've resolutioned for 2013, now that we're past the whole apocalypse thing and all.

braid and cookie

dancing

lunch

shopping

dinner

sharing

tea time

And Getting Chocolate Out Of It

Today I did something that I haven't done in literally decades. Went to a dentist. I wasn't nervous as much as I was anxious, mostly because this is the only legitimate vision I have in my head of what going to the dentist that I can approximate...

Needless to say, it was way less song and dance, and way more outdated magazine articles and heavy lead aprons, but it was exhilarating nonetheless. I did not get sprayed in the mouth and asked to say 'Ahhhh' but I did imagine that amazing Frank Oz camera angle when he was digging away at my molars. A few xrays, a short cleaning and checkup and I was set free. Of course I need a few fillings and a root canal but hey, I got to read about NBC upcoming fall lineup.

and while we're on the subject...

Can't let a potential Bill Murray cameo go unhonored.