Oh, today.

Today, which is now yesterday, is a day I won't miss too much. Good riddance, April second.

It started off alright. Tired. Really tired. But alright.

Then I went to the dentist. I was really thinking I might escape with no cavities, since it's only been two months since my last visit, but I was not so lucky. I have a some decalcification on a very back tooth that they couldn't really see in the fall when my wisdom tooth was there, and today some enamel chipped off when they were STABBING MY GUMS. Oh, I mean, measuring their depth. By STABBING them. *Sigh* At least my dentist was friendly and kind enough to answer my questions. And give me a referral to an orthodontist for a retainer of some sort to help my front teeth find their happy homes after all the crowding from the wisdom teeth... Anyway, I got a free flouride treatment that was foamy and tasty. I think Dr. Ben felt sorry for me since I have cavities all the time pretty much no matter how diligent I am about dental hygeine.

Then I went to the doctor, and not the fun doctor. The opposite of the fun doctor. It was a trip. There was a girl in the next room and either the walls are paper-thin or she was wailing at volume 11, because I could hear her crying the whole time I was there. The nurse who took my blood pressure stepped out to see what was up next door, and then the doctor did the same thing. So I was probably not at the top of their list of concerns... but they managed to get concerned when my blood pressure was ridiculously high. They decided the best thing to do was to take it FIVE MORE TIMES to see if it'd go down. Does anyone else see the flaw in logic there? I mean, the more they took it, the more concerned I was about how flipping high it was. Good grief. So they ordered a bunch of bloodwork and told me to exercise. Actually, she played the old standby "even just once around the block is a great start" card. I don't know, but that was semi-insulting to me. I thought I must look pretty bad if you're suggesting that I might not be able to handle more than a walk around the block. Good grief. Other pearls of wisdom from the kind nurse-practitioner: after age 25, your body starts working against you and you're getting OLD. Yep, she said that. I was like GOOD GRIEF. I'm 26. Not old! And she told me that the most healthy age to have a child is 25-30. Nice little ticking time window there. But I can't have a kid right now because of my blood pressure, not that I was planning on it. Then again, I better figure it out quick because I'm only getting older.

So who knows what that's about... I blame my poor life decisons, like... grad school.

Where are those free hug people when you need 'em?