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i checked and there’s no fire

June 15th, 2007 | Comments Off | Posted in In My Neighborhood

I finally decided to start a new category, mainly because I bitch a lot about apartment life.

FOR INSTANCE.

Lightning struck near my building just a few minutes ago, so part of the power went out. Only half of my apartment loses power when this happens, and I haven’t really figured that one out yet. I just know every time it happens, it causes my fire alarm to go off non-stop until it’s fixed. It’s honestly the most beautiful sound in all the land, if you’re into the high pitched screeching that makes dogs lose their mind and nervously lick their paws.

And also people that had their wisdom teeth pulled on Thursday. (You’re damn right I’m gonna milk this when I can.)

It’s been going off since 11:30. I called the emergency maintenance line at midnight, and someone said he’d be right over to look at it. It’s 12:30 now, and my apartment complex is all of two buildings. For some reason, I’m thinking he didn’t get lost, but maybe fell back to sleep in his apartment where the fire alarm isn’t screeching like a dying pterodactyl.

my wisdom teeth removal experience

June 15th, 2007 | 2 Comments | Posted in Me

When I found out I had to get those damn things pulled, I was less than looking forward to it; I just knew it had to be done. I also knew it had to be done ASAP, because the bottom ones were causing cavities in my molars, which was the course of my constant tooth pain.

The first referral my awesome dentist gave me was to a place that couldn’t get me in for a consultation until 6/22 and the actual removal wouldn’t take place until sometime in July. I gladly took the second referral, which happen to work out absolutely fine, despite my oral surgeon looking like a used really unsuccessful used car salesman in his photograph hanging in the lobby.

My appointment was at 2:45 yesterday afternoon, and I had be there at 2:30 to do some preliminary paperwork. I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink all day, so imagine me nervous, scared, and hungry and you’ll get a not too chipper and awkwardly retarded acting Wendy. This would explain me standing up in the lobby, turning around, and announcing to the receptionist that I had to pee. Hey, I did! And there was a very large warning on the paperwork that said to pee before getting knocked out or you would pee yourself. I’m guessing on that last part, but I didn’t want to test that theory.

Soon enough, I was called back to the chair, and I was sure to tell Cindi that I wanted to go to the beach when I was all done. The nurse put me in a chair, took my blood pressure, which was abnormally high (144/92) for me. She assured me that it was probably because I was scared, and I knew it was, but usually I can calm myself down enough to have normal blood pressure. THAT’S HOW SCARED I WAS.