I assume that’s not the reaction I was supposed to have upon receiving this email, and yet, here I am, feeling…less enthusiastic than the number of exclamation points in this email suggests I should feel.
I’m still holding out hope that I’ll be more excited about running the Chicago Marathon sometime between now and 10 months from now, and I don’t think I’m being totally unreasonable in that hope. I barely took a break after the marathon this year (I usually take a full month off of running entirely after the marathon), and I’m definitely feeling a bit burnt out on the running front. I’ve been training for something or other since Jan. 30, and I am very, very ready to not be training for anything. I’m looking forward to taking some time off after my 5K next weekend and focusing on any other kind of workout for a little bit.
2. Back in August, I lost my patience with my (now former) dentist, and set out to find a new one. My former dentist was only open from 9-4 Monday through Friday (though according to Yelp, it looks like their hours have since changed), which 1) seems like a terrible business model, since so many people are at work between the hours of 9 a.m. and 4 p.m. Monday through Friday and 2) was ridiculously inconvenient for me, since I, like most office workers, am otherwise occupied during that time frame. Instead of doing summer hours, my company gives every employee one half day of free PTO each month during the summer, to be used either in the morning or evening on any day of the week you please. I booked my dentist appointment to coincide with my August day off, only to receive a phone call from them 48 hours before asking me to reschedule to earlier in the day (before my afternoon off would start), only to receive another phone call from them an hour and a half before my rescheduled appointment that something was mechanically wrong at the office and they wouldn’t be able to see me at all that day. I was furious, especially because if I had called 90 minutes before my appointment to cancel they would’ve slapped me with some enormous cancellation fee, but they were allowed to do so consequence-free AND at the expense of my already scheduled, non-changeable half day. So that was the end of my affiliation with that dentist.
Though it proved to be more challenging than I anticipated, I finally found a new dentist that operates during non-work hours and decided to take my business there instead. That was in October. I’ve now already been to that dentist more times than I think I ever went to my former dentist.
It all started with a routine cleaning (performed by the actual dentist, not a hygienist, because the hygienist who was supposed to clean my teeth that day WENT INTO LABOR IN THE OFFICE THAT MORNING and they STILL didn’t cancel my appointment. Already a 100 percent improvement from my previous dentist.), during which the dentist informed me in no uncertain terms that I grind my teeth and need to wear a night guard. My former dentist had also told me this, so since I got the exact same information from two totally unaffiliated people, I figured it was legit. So that was appointment #1. Appointment #2 was a few weeks later to get impressions taken, an experience I was disappointed, though not entirely surprised, to discover has not become any more enjoyable since the last time I had to get impressions taken in the late ’90s for the various orthodontia my poor face was subjected to in elementary school. Appointment #3 came three weeks later, where I was meant to be fitted with my night guard, only to discover that, despite my night guard fitting my impressions perfectly, the guard did not fit my actual teeth perfectly. Thus, I got to go through the joy of having impressions taken again, and returned to the dentist on Monday for appointment #4, where I was fitted with a night guard that actually does fit my teeth. (The night guard, for what it’s worth, is remarkably unpleasant and I hate it, but I’m hoping I’ll get used to it after more than two nights of use.)
You would think that’d be the end of it, but no, of course not. Way back during appointment #1, I finally confessed that yes, that wisdom tooth poking through my gum does bother me, and bothers me a lot, frequently to the point where I don’t even want to eat anything that requires chewing because it hurts too much. As a result, I left the dentist with a reminder to call back later to schedule pre-extraction imaging (so they know where everything is and don’t just blindly go into my mouth, pulling out whatever seems convenient), which I…conveniently “forgot” to do, time and time and time again, despite my tooth continuing to bother me anytime the tiniest iota of food wriggled its way into my gum back there. Finally after appointment #4, the receptionist offered to schedule the imaging appointment for me, so now I have appointment #5 to look forward to in a few weeks, and wisdom tooth extraction to “look forward to” at a date TBD after that. Hooray 😐
3. In theory, I should be putting up my monthly Goals for 2017 check-in post tomorrow, but since I have absolutely nothing to report on any front in that department, I’m going to skip it since it feels totally unnecessary. I’ve felt that way for the past couple of months, which has made me think about annual goal-setting in general. Is it better to set goals that you can accomplish by the end of the year (“get rid of 50 things,” for example), or goals that require continual work (“keep with my PT exercises”). I don’t know! Maybe both? Continual goals certainly lend themselves to better blog posts, but that’s obviously not the point of setting an annual goal. Things to think about!
Have you had your wisdom teeth removed? Am I going to die in the process? I’m pretty convinced that’s what’s going to happen.