.Thank you to all of you who offered up a prayer for me yesterday. Apparently I am not alone in my fear of dental work. Though my dentist is kind, as are her staff, I don't think they really "get it" or clearly they would not be in the career they chose. No one thinks, "I greatly detest having someone touch my teeth, but I think I'll be a dental hygienist." Nope.
I will tell you that it was worse than I thought it would be, but by the time I realized, it was far too late to stop. I didn't even request nitrous as I had convinced myself that I could do it without, and though it wasn't easy, I did it without (the arms of the chair many never be the same). I was in the chair for two and a half hours -- 150 minutes of my life I can never get back. Hopefully some soul in purgatory benefited from my time. After the Novocain wore off I spent the remainder of the day on the sofa in pain. My teeth just do not, apparently, like to be drilled, nor does my jaw enjoy the vibration. But this morning they feel better and, though I won't be eating anything crunchy for a while, I think I'm normal again.
We had an ice storm overnight -- the storm that blasted the midwest with many inches of snow blasted us with a fine sheet of ice -- we were just on the southern edge of the snow. Schools are canceled and we have more ice predicted this afternoon, so maybe a two-fer is in the works. I have lesson plans to create, a rosary to make, a scarf to block, and three young people to feed, so it should be a good stay-home kinda day.
Hopefully I'll get the next part of the laundry series up this afternoon...