It’s been almost two years since I went to the dentist. And I have a toothache that hurts up into my head and down my jaw. I have no dental insurance. I called my dentist, whom I love, but his receptionist told me I only have 90 days to pay, if he does some work. I’m leaning towards just going, then telling him I need more time to pay. But ha! It’s not like we have a little bit of money- Nope, we have NO money, so I don’t know when I’ll be able to pay him. I don’t mind telling him that, but I don’t want to tell his snooty receptionist that. Sigh.
Meanwhile, my face throbs on and I suspect an abscess. Damn Damn Damn. Damnity damn.
Edited: Meanwhile, I’m trying to look up small business grants and how to write a business plan on the SBA website, Abby just dumped water all over the kitchen, I’ve got dinner in the oven, Beanie is blowing a party-horn at me because he want me to “LOOK!” at him, and Jeffrey is complaining that he doesn’t like dinner and wants pudding instead. My tooth throbs on. Aren’t you glad this isn’t your life? Grim.
As Courtney says at C-Jane, I need to get my Spice back.