Some Updates
Tuesday, December 23, 2003. Entry #243

Welcome to Holidailies, where certain members of the journal community make a pledge to update our journals on a daily basis as a special Christmas gift to you, our loyal readers.

And okay, I totally blew the whole Holidailies thing. I'm sure Jette will forgive me, because she's a kind and beautiful soul (and she herself only was able to do 13 days). This post and one more I'll put up tomorrow morning will likely be the last until the New Year, unless I'm all energetic and stuff after Christmas.

Doctor #1, Friday night:

"So Doc, I've been sick for three days and..."

"Yeah, yeah. Breathe in, out. Say 'ah'! You have flu. Go home, drink soup."

Doctor #2, Saturday morning:

"So Doc, I've been sick for four days, and it's not getting any better. It started with cold symptoms, but yesterday my throat started to really hurt, and I can hardly swallow. Feels like my throat is all swollen up."

"Yes? Well, let's take a look. Breathe in and out... Okay, your lungs are clear. Let's look at your throat. Oh my! It definitely looks infected. Let's get you on some antibiotics."

"Really? I saw this other doctor yesterday who said it was just the flu, but last night was so rough that I thought I'd see someone else."

"Seriously? Your throat is very red and sore looking. You can see it for yourself if you look in a mirror. I can't think of any doctor who would look at your throat and not prescribe something. That's just crazy."

So after three days of amoxicillin therapy, I can once again swallow without pain. Yay.

I was over at the folk's place last night, and Mom mentioned that Carrie from church (who has been reading this journal for, like, ever) asked her if I'm about done with all the updates on my teeth.

Well, because this is after all, my journal and it's a semi-daily roundup of everything exciting and not-so-exciting about me (plus that fact that no matter how long Carrie's been reading she still hasn't joined the notify list - no list, no vote) the answer is no.

But the dental diatribe will go into a short hiatus, given that I finally got the new bridge installed, and that's the last of the work for some time.

The back tooth in the bridge is solid gold too, baby. The dentist gave it an extra polish to make sure it shines nice. Of course, you can only see it if I crank my mouth as wide open as I can and pull my cheek out of the way with a finger.

But it sure is shiny.

(Hi Carrie!)

One brief mention of the whole Lord of the Rings marathon and Return of the King itself: Wow.

Go see it.

Anyway. Check back tomorrow before you log off for the season.

In Ancient Times...
On Monday, December 18, 2000, I crafted timeless text about the smells of Christmas.
On Friday, December 21, 2001, I wrote exciting prose on the broken tooth that started my first bridge saga.
And on Wednesday, December 18, 2002, I penned a perfect passage on The Two Towers.

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