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So, just when life was swimming along swimmingly, the suck appeared.  In the form of a cancelled wedding and a cancer scare.  Because, as you may have guessed, when life sends the suck my way, it does not screw around.

Fortunately, these are isolated incidents within my circle, so that they are not both happening to the same person or to me.  Still, both have shaken me, and so I am not a happy camper.  I feel awful for the people I know so well who are going through such world-shaking things, and I am scared and worried for the outcomes.

Some sunshine-y thoughts, please?

So, I very rarely have control of the remote at my house, because of the 'rents.  They're special and greedy like that. I get stuck watching a lot of stuff I wouldn't normally.  My other option would be to wander down to the badly heated basement filled with my assorted storage-type crap and watch DVD's.  Mostly, especially in winter, I pick the warm couch and bad TV.

So, I was watching Flashpoint last time it was on, when a funny thing happened.  One of the characters had a disease that I swear I didn't even know was a real thing, because the only place I'd ever heard of it before was on...The X-Files.  Yeah.

So, I went to the dentist Monday for the first time in five years.  I know, scary, right?

No, there's really no point to this entry, I'm just making conversation.

Anyway, I got some X-rays, and got my professional cleaning, and the obligatory lecture about how I don't floss enough...And it turns out I need a couple thousand dollars worth of dental work.  Which is about what I was expecting, but still...Ugh. 

I go back in a couple of weeks for the first of 2-5 visits to get everything fixed.  Possibly I will also get my teeth whitened, which is something I was thinking of at my last dentist's appointment, but couldn't afford back then.  I mean, if I'm gonna get all this serious work done, I might as well do it up right, right?

One of the teeth they cleaned has been really sensitive since Monday, and a little voice in the back of my head is freaking out that whatever they'll have to fix on that tooth will turn out to be more serious than they think right now.  Complete with unpleasant words like 'root canal' and 'bridge'.  Ugh, I hate my brain.

On the (slightly) up side of the whole thing, everyone at the office was really nice, even the hygenist who gave me the floss lecture, and the tech who made slightly off-color (but not in an uncomfortable way) jokes about me having a small mouth when he took the X-rays.  And their office assistant was great about helping with the insurance paperwork and explaining what was covered and what wasn't, and how much I was likely to get reimbursed by my insurance when it was all over.

At least if I have to keep seeing these people for the next few months, I don't hate them or anything.  That would make the whole thing worse.  Although, I'm going to be forced to re-evaluate my Christmas present giving.  The dentist will be bleeding my dry literally and figuratively through the holiday season.