Tuesday morning I had a dentist appointment, to have new fillings put in, and I naturally worked myself into a tizzy over it. I got there just before 7, was sat in the chair, and the doc put topical on my gums in prep for the novacaine. I neither saw nor felt the needle, yet within seconds I knew I was going under. They sat me up and left, and I was already numbing, so my mumbled, "Lay me back down!" went unheard. I woke up probably no more than seconds later, bathed in cold sweat and returning mentally from that strange world I go to when I faint, and neither the dentist nor the hygenist even realized I'd been gone. At least for a change I didn't scare anyone to death with my little mental voyage. My mouth was totally numb and the fillings were rapidly completed, including topping off one on the bottom, and I was out the door before 8, so it sure didn't take too long. (And my dental insurance isn't too bad, either; two fillings and a small repair, OOP $65 - plus they let me post-date for Friday, which is payday.) I probably shouldn't have been driving, but I managed to get to work on time, even making a stop for a drink which I needed (GOD, I miss the spit-sinks! Those suction things don't get the gunk all out of the mouth at all!), and there I worked for about an hour feeling sick and lightheaded before my intelligent and observant supervisor sent me downstairs to medical, where I laid down in one of the resting areas for a half-hour, after which I felt better and was able to re-join the living.
And I probably would have been fine if I hadn't worked myself up about it in advance!
I gained back three of the pounds I'd lost since New Year's, and haven't done anything about this situation yet, really (of course missed a workout on Tuesday and tried to sleep in yesterday, because I was TIRED) - but I'm up today and raring to go. More or less. I ate donuts yesterday because they were available and had a somewhat heavy dinner, but we'll see when I get to the gym. As long as I don't gain more, I'll be fine. I was checking my progress last year and it looks like this is pretty much how I operate - if I'm magnificently good as I was last year, most of my weight loss came in March, April, and May (post-Valentine's Day, imagine that!). Not that this means I'll slack off this month, even with See's Candies! Honest!
I need to stop buying necklaces and earrings separately. I find myself filled with this passion to find actual matches for them... part of that "became a girl suddenly" stuff, I suppose. Goes along with needing shoes for every outfit. And I also noticed I don't have nearly enough blue in my wardrobe. It really IS a sickness!
Molly Ivins has passed away. An absolutely brilliant writer, funny, topical, and always spot-on observant. The great ladies of Texas are both gone - Ann Richards and Molly - and I miss 'em. Much as I love Maureen Dowd, Molly had a sharp sizzle in her writing that Maureen doesn't; and like sillymagpie observes, one sad note is Molly didn't live to see the end of the Bush administration. 'Tis a sad day, indeed.