“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 916 (Monday) – a day

At 4:30 this morning, I was inexplicably awake. It was not pleasant. After some tossing and turning, more sleep occurred, and then at 6:00 when the alarm went off, there was zero desire to get out of bed. Of course, adult life intervened and the bed was abandoned. The usual weekday in the life of this adult launched into full swing. Kibble was measured. Office attire was selected. Coffee was prepared and consumed. Lunch, which had been pre-packaged on Sunday, was retrieved from the refrigerator.  

Lobster salad mini croissants
and brussels sprouts.

Not much later, around the corner from the house, it was remembered that the small containers of lobster salad, roasted brussels sprouts, and mini croissants were still neatly stacked on the counter. A quick turn was made into the Family Dollar parking lot and a return to the house made to retrieve the lunch items. Thank goodness it was remembered before arriving at the garage. 

The pointy, jagged broken tooth has had dietary benefits in the form of a lack of interest in eating. Even sitting quietly aggravated the tongue, and talking and eating were very tricky. It's amazing how frequently my tongue rubs the teeth on that side while talking. Oy.

The usual crunchy granola bar breakfast was abandoned for days and only one meal was consumed Saturday and one on Sunday. A remedy to spare the tongue from shredding was found in the medicine cabinet in the form of a dental bleaching tray, which provided a barrier between the tooth edge and tongue.  

After several morning tasks were handled at the office office, the dentist was called. An appointment was available for 12:30. Thank goodness. Unfortunately, the dentist is located in Fitchburg, because apparently, I like to torture myself as much as possible by keeping certain health and personal services as far from home as possible. A half vacation day was taken to accommodate the appointment and the travel to and from. The lunch was taken from the office refrigerator and stowed in the work bag. 

The midday trip to Fitchburg had light traffic and was largely hassle free. It was a fifteen-minute wait beyond my appointment time before I was seen. Of six patients who passed through the waiting room, I was the youngest one on site. It was moderately terrifying seeing my future hobble before my eyes.

The good dental news is the visit went well, the pointy shard was filed smooth, a temporary patch was applied, and I can talk and eat without pain and fear of bloodshed. The bad dental news is, because of how the tooth broke, there is a need for a root canal and crown. This news was not unexpected, but that didn’t make it less unpleasant.

Back home, a pain free lunch was enjoyed. It was delicious.