Dental Adventures in Greensboro... In search of a Dentist
by Liv | Published on January 24th, 2009, 2:03 pm | Greensboro
I meant to provide updates, but unfortunately... there just wasn't time. Luckily the website seemed to do what it was supposed to do why I was gone and function without me.
So we drove up on Tuesday after a horrible experience which left me car-less at the Alamo counter at PTI. I will never rent with them again. Enterprise came to the rescue with a Dodge Journey, but that almost didn't happen because NC shut down because of 2" of snow. Luckily we got Savannah to Cozy Kennels off 421 (which I highly, highly recommend, if you're in the Greensboro area and need a kennel) and got loaded, and out of town by about noon on Tuesday. Wenesday was the showing, a 11 hour showing which was exhausting and overwhelming, followed by another showing the following day at Little Sisters of The Poor and then the service. I was asked to speak a verse from the book of Wisdom, and while I was a bit conflicted at first... I felt as though I was delivering a message rather than giving it. The service was odd (and Catholic) almost a bit difficult to accept as anything more than an infomercial for Jesus. But it was done. I've cried puddles, I'm emotionally spent and my employer was pretty much as much of an asshat as they could be, ringing me every five seconds telling me to come back to work even though they know I was at a funeral. It's at this point I've officially declared myself in the market for a new job. I'm done with this company. If you can't even go to a funeral and mourn the life of a loved one, that what's the point in living?
So Friday we drove home. I was tired, and exhausted and that's when my face became like Edgar from MIB. I barely made it home, jumped in the bed and woke this morning trying to determine if I was going to go to work. The mere fact my mouth is clenched closed and my cheek looks like a tobacco chewing baseball player with cancer made my family react with terror and fright. I drove to Prime care and they immediately went into action getting me help. I came home, scared the pharmacist at CVS who rushed my prescription afraid that my cheek would explode with puss upon their counter.... and here I am.
There's a whole lot more to the story, and I got some very unexpected things hidden at Grandmas... I'll tell more later, but I've got a lot of unpacking, cleaning, resting, and getting back to life.
