Well my tooth is gone. Pulled. There is a gap in my grin. Relatively unnoticeable, but still there. And I am extremely paranoid that I am going to suck out the blood clot accidentally.
When the tooth was out of my head the dentist and his assistant stood there exclaiming at the size of my root canals. Apparently I have abnormally small root canals. “No wonder we couldn’t do the root canal yesterday,” they said.
Today I sneezed and my chin hit my knee and started hurting like crazy again. Who does that?
Every day my life seems to get more complicated and confusing. No, I haven’t been feeling sick again, (THANK GOD) and there is no relationship drama in my life, either of the friendship type or the special friend type. The drama is this: I don’t know where I’m gonna end up.
So ever since my trip to Oregon in August there has been a possibility of me moving back home. I’m no longer allergic to helminthosporium, after all.
However, I’m not sure I want to go back. Living in Colorado I am doing things I would have been far too scared to do living at home. Like finding community theater and getting involved. Or going to the dentist all by myself.
I thought, maybe if I can find a job I’ll be able to stay. But I haven’t found a job yet. I have other things to occupy my time, like schoolwork and Annie, but they won’t last forever.
So the new twist in the plot is that my landlord wants to sell my house. Sell it! So what does that mean? Huh? Huh?
I don’t want to move again. I don’t want people traipsing through my house to see if they want to buy it. I’ts a lose-lose situation.
Then I find videos like this on youtube and think perhaps I would like to be at home after all.
I am so confused right now.