I had my appointment with the hygienist to get my teeth cleaned. Hub drove me, but he sat in the waiting room while I had the pleasure of being poked and scraped and blasted with sonic beams and water. They did a full exam of gums and pockets and tartar and blah blah. That woman poked me so many times. The worst was sitting in the chair for over an hour, tilted with my head near the floor, of course, and without support for my arms. Apparently when the chair tilts back, it opens a section between the arm rests and the back support of the chair and there’s no place for your arms. You either stretch them forward to hang onto the arm rests, or you let them fall backward into that “opening”. I went from one direction to the other, trying to keep from staying in one position too long.
No matter, by the time the appointment was over, I was exhausted, and I felt like I’d been hit by a freight train. I felt run over, sore and tired and my mouth hurt. I didn’t sleep well last night and so I’m still tired.
As for my baby tooth? Still there. The hygienist was somewhat obsessed with it, poking it and seeing how much it wiggled, trying to spray it with water… then she said if I were one of her kids (she was about my age) she would just pluck the tooth out. I said, “please don’t” and we laughed and moved on.
So anyway, I survived, I’ve had a headache since then, and my mouth is still sore (the appointment was yesterday), and my body is tired from being so tense and in such awkward positions.
I’ve written nothing since my appointment with T. I tried, but came up with nothing. I have spent time thinking about it, but nada. It used to be I had characters floating around in my head. I had lines and descriptions and conversations and scenes. Now I have blank. The idea of living in the moment and staying away from poor internal dialogue has led me to feeling blank. Nothing in my noggin. I tend to have this issue…it’s either black or white. Shades of gray are hard for me to live in. Moderation is difficult for me to live in.
Must. Try. Harder.