Tuesday Woes

It's hard to find things to be grateful for when you've just spent 5 hours in a dentist's chair having six of your teeth drilled down to tiny stubs, needles sewn in and out of all your gums and 25 shots of Novocaine (because the first four rounds of five shots weren't strong enough) The extremes we go to for that "perfect smile." Here's a very short attempt:

• A DQ ice-cream sundae with mint chocolate-chip ice cream, whipped cream, rainbow sprinkles AND a cherry
• Advil PM
• The subtle nudge of my dog's wet nose on my tear-stained cheeks
• My mother's gentle touch lulling me into a drug-induced sleep
• My dad's home cooked pasta with special vegetarian sauce (mushy and post-dentist approved)
• My mother's seemingly endless supply of Class-One drugs
• Three nights worth of missed Scrubs, but now enough episodes stored on the DVR to last me the entire night on the couch--with ice-packs on my face and codeine flowing through my veins
• Only four missed e-mails from work
• But six times that from my personal account