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changing the definition of late

i hate dentistry, brought on by 3 out of 4 bad dentist. isn’t the dentyne ad? 3 or 4 dentist recommend dentyne for their patients who chew gum. if not, it’s some where close but reversed. for that reason, it has been about 20 years since i stepped in a dentist office. tomorrow is root canal time. i’ve had one root canal done by the 1 out of 4 dentists who actually knew how to practice dentistry. supposedly i have a good dentist tomorrow. we’ll see. i’m still not looking forward to it.

Mary, knowing of my dental anxiety, announced she is taking the day off tomorrow in support of me. do you think i could put her in the chair instead of me? just asking. that would be great support. wouldn’t improve my mouth, though.

last week, with her statement of support, also made the gleeful declaration, “since i don’t have to go in early i can stay up late! which brings us to tonight.

Mary said she was a little bit tired. that might of been a bit of an under statement. her eyes closed for good at quarter to eight. even though sherlock has been up and down a few times moving between the couch and the floor, there still is no movement.

so, by the power in vested in me by no one in particular, since Mary gleefully wanted to stay up late, and since she was asleep by quarter to eight, i officially change the definition of late to quarter to eight. please adjust your clocks accordingly.

thank you.

note: 3 out of 4 people who appreciate off kilter humor will appreciate this post for the humor that it is. 

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About bipolarsojourner

i have struggled with episodic depression for years. i then received a diagnosis of being bipolar, only to find out i didn’t. ends up my psychiatrist really meant to say that multiple bouts of depression are often best treated like bipolar. i had already started this blog as bipolar sojourner and didn't want to switch it over. i am documenting my journeys through my depression jungle.

6 thoughts on “changing the definition of late

  1. avaswan

    Oh I hope everything goes well for your root canal and you feel better soon sweetie. I’m so glad Mary is going with you in support of you, but she was rewarded by getting to stay up very late! Lol you are so funny!

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    1. bipolarsojourner Post author

      thank you for your kind well wishes. they do mean a lot to me no, i mean it.

      i’ve had a couple of friends contact me with well wishes, this morning. they asked me if i was anxious. I could truthfully say no.

      now, i’m here trying to do some writing about 3hours before the appointment and i can tell something is brewing; i feel it in my gut. for me, that’s an indecisive place. if either means fear or anxiety. to me they are close enough to be one in the same beast. so i get to crescendo between now and then.

      I wish i could find something to get my mind of off it. i hoped writing would do that for me, but it doesn’t appear to be doing the trick. better go express my emotions and get some tlc from Mary.

      Reply
      1. avaswan

        Oh, I would be feeling the same way! I hope you fell better after talking to Mary. Hope the time passes quickly, waiting makes it so much worse. Sending hugs!

        Reply
        1. bipolarsojourner Post author

          i’ve returned and i’ve survived. it went better than expected but it’s still not a pleasant experience. right now, i’m in the kinda numb state, you when you can feel your skin but all it does is tingle.

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