Spent the morning at the dentist, my head a little woozy from the two valium they gave me to take an hour ahead of time so that I wouldn't gag when they began sand-blasting my farther back tooth in preparation for a new crown (the way I gagged last time just getting the cracked tooth x-rayed). It's hours later and I'm still woozy. I really hate the way such drugs make me feel. But I sat there listening to 'soft rock' so the grinding was slightly muffled, and the instructions of the dentist and his assistant very muffled. All in all, a great morning, which has lingered far into the afternoon.
Now my poor, tiny jaw aches, my body feels separated from my head and with barely the slightest provocation, I could gladly fall into my cups...or my pillow, since I'm not likely to get anywhere near cups, unless it's tea, in which case, bring it on.
I just recovered from a rather nasty cold, though not before I passed it on to E, who now is in its death grip. Poor kid. So it's a slow week, one in which nothing productive has happened, nor is likely to.
On that note, I think I'll close, and hope my head re-attaches by tomorrow.