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Experiences and thoughts based on my everyday life |
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| I had so many plans for this weekend. I was looking forward to the perfect mix of productivity and pleasure pursuits. Friday night, Rick came home from work in agony. A tooth that has been giving him issues for a long time had erupted with razor sharp pain. Ibuprofen wouldn't even take the edge off. Neither of us slept well that night. By morning, my normally calm and collected fiancé had turned into a hunched and twisted figure mumbling cuss words between groans. I immediately Googled "dentist open Saturdays that accept Delta Dental". Called an office 3/4 of a mile from our apartment and secured a 10:00 appointment. It was 9:35, so we dressed quickly and drove over in the pouring rain. There were no parking spaces for almost a block, so I had him drop me off so I could get the paperwork filled out while he parked. When I checked in with the receptionist, she said, "I am really sorry, but we are super short staffed today, so there's going to be a long wait. We only have two dentists working and a bunch of people called off." I asked about how long of a wait it would be and she said an hour and a half. Rick had five people in front of him in line. I told her that we didn't mind because we just needed it done today. We sat there for over two hours... I went up to the desk and politely asked where he was in line at this point, because Rick had lost all ability to remain composed in a waiting room JAMMED with people. She said he was next. About ten more minutes. Rick was pounding his fist on his knee, his face was in a grimace. I tried rubbing his back, his neck, his hands, anything to distract from the pain. Forty-five minutes later, they finally called him back. He texted me, "Come get my phone. They're going to pull the tooth." I went to the front desk and she took me back to see him. They had given him the Novocain shots, and he was much more calm. I grabbed his phone and went back to the waiting room. I sat there for another hour. I looked at the time, it was now 2:15. I was tired, and pretty sure hypoglycemia was setting in. I was feeling a bit grouchy by this point. The receptionist called me up and handed me the receipt for his procedure. $400.00!!!! And that was AFTER insurance. Rick came out after another half an hour. On the way out, he told me the four hundred was for a bone graft. I know it was needed and necessary, but it felt like all of the overtime he earned had just floated away. Maybe the universe had a hand in making sure we would have enough of a cushion to handle the extra expense. In any case, he was feeling better, so that's all that matters. We headed to the pharmacy to pick up an antibiotic and ibuprofen for him, and my new scripts from my psych. Mine were ready, his were not, so we had a seat to wait. The tech told the pharmacist to expedite Rick's order, which was kind of her. Rick's prescriptions were almost $100. We came home and he immediately went to take a shower, and he called to me from the bathroom. I went in and there were hundreds of ants all over the bathroom. There was a trail from the bathroom to the kitchen. We're now at an approximate thousands of ants. I spray bleach spray along the trail, then while the bleach is doing it's thing, I tried to make something to eat so I could alleviate the wobbles. I made fideos pasta with soup made from chicken and tomato bullion. Simple and satisfying, known for it's restorative powers. I made myself a bowl and offered some to Rick but he just wanted to sleep. I checked on him three hours later, and could feel the heat rising off of him, and knew he had a high fever before I even touched him. I got him out from under the covers and asked him to come sit in the living room by the open window while I spooned soup into a bowl for him. He looked terrible. He took one bite of soup before laying on the chaise portion of our sofa. I tried putting a soothing show on for him, but he just wanted to go back to bed. I brought him water that I mixed an Emergen-C pack into. Not long after, I went to bed, completely forgetting to wipe up all of the dead ants. Woke up in a panic early this morning. I quickly got out of bed and wiped up the colony of dead insects and then steam mopped the bathroom and kitchen floors. It was exhausting, and it was not even 7:00. I made coffee and took a cup into Rick, who was still in bed. He said he felt a lot better, far from one hundred percent, but better. We talked about making a store run later to get needed items like coffee and milk. I just made him a bowl of oatmeal. I am hoping it will give him enough energy to run a few errands. I am thinking this might help him decide to put me on the auto insurance so I can drive myself around when he's not feeling up to it. I am hoping to run to a crafting thrift store so I can grab some fabric and yarn. Rick can sit in the car for both errands. I would completely abandon this quest, but time is very limited when it comes to crafting gifts for the holidays, and I should have started weeks ago. We only NEED a few things at the store to get us through the week. I am going to eat some leftover soup and relax for a bit. |
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