Complainatron – Input Difficult Situation & I Will Spew Angst and Vitriol

<h/t to Questionable Content (and Faye) for the title idea. Seriously, if you aren’t reading that amazing webcomic I don’t know what is wrong with you. I really don’t.>

Sorry to have been briefly in absentia, again. This has been a somewhat crappy week month or so.
Let me ‘splain.

No, no. There is too much.
Let me sum up.

Buttercup I have had ongoing dental issues for years. In part, this is because I have an absolute terror of dental folk. It’s <mostly> not their fault, but that doesn’t change the fact that most dentists give me a case of the shrieking heebie-jeebies.


So, I avoided them like the proverbial plague for many years. On top of that, I spent a few years being somewhat lacking with my at-home dental care1. Which means I am now playing catch-up with the dental stuff.

About five years or so ago, I had a root canal on one of my lower molars. During the procedure, it was discovered that the roots of my teeth do not run straight, like most folks.

Even my teeth are bent, people.


When they went in to do the procedure, not only could they not get all the yucky material out of the root, but a piece of the tool snapped off and was left in my tooth.
Apparently this is quite common.


Fast forward to last month.

My face/jaw blew up.
Well, not literally.
OK, kind of literally.


I was running a fever, had excruciating pain, and felt pretty well awful.
I went to the dentist and they put me on antibiotics and pain meds because facial infections are bad, mmkay?

I wound up missing a few days of work because of all this.

I guess I should take this opportunity to point out that I work for a contracting company in a call center. Do you guys know how much sick time I get?


Fortunately, my company is actually a pretty decent one. I had to sign a piece of paper stating that I would not miss any more work/be late for sixty days. But I got to keep my job!

Fast forward exactly two weeks after I finished the antibiotics course.


Yeah. It re-infected.
This time the dentist referred me out to an endodontist. Essentially endodontists are root canal specialists.
Or, you know, torture masters. I’m not exactly sure which title they prefer, honestly.

At any rate, he wanted to do something called an ‘apical root canal’2 because torture master he deemed it to be the best course to get the situation permanently taken care of.

Now, I warned said Endo-guy that no, really…scared of dentists. He said “No probs! We will totally make sure you are completely unaware/do not remember anything! Trust me!”

They gave me medication, which I took according to directions. Apparently, it either was not a high enough dosage or it was a bad lot. Because shit went awry, folks.

I was awake and aware the whole time.
I wasn’t in pain, precisely. Well, except for the Novacain shots. Those hurt like a mad bastard. But, yeah. I totally was present for the entire thing.
Of course, poor endo-doc was pretty well locked into having to complete the procedure. What else could he do?
But, I am equally sure that having a terrified woman who couldn’t move except to sob while he worked was probably not one of his happiest moments.

I gotta say, it wasn’t one of mine either.
But I did it.

And I am not blaming (torture master comments aside) the endo-doc for the medication fuckup. He had started the process – quitting and rescheduling made no sense.

I get that.

But, I still feel like I should get a goddamn gold star for adulting that day. Because I was the adultiest adult who ever adulted last Friday.


When I got back to work, of course, there was some hemming and hawing and WTF happened and why were you out? sorts of noises.

Again, my contracting company is top notch, and everything got sorted. Still have a day job (yay!). But, I did have to bring a note from the doctor.
Which, yeah documentation, I get you.
But honestly? It kind of made me feel like a kid being called into the principal’s office for suspected truancy.

Which just feels like utter and complete BS at my age.
1– This is because when you are living in the back of a cab-over-camper, and doing subsistence work to make ends meet, keeping up with the flossing is not really high on your To-Do List. It should be. But, it wasn’t.

2– Google ‘apical root canal’ at your own risk. I will warn you that some of the pictures/descriptions of the procedure are pretty gruesome.

C’mon Fall!

This may surprise some of you guys, especially those that know me in Real Life, but I am not a huge fan of summer.
It’s too warm.
I’m far too pasty to really enjoy the glaring death ball in the sky.
Really, it’s kind of sultry in here.
Multitudes of flying, stinging, buzzing things with their ouchy, itchy bites.
Hot now.
Walking barefoot outside is tantamount to firewalking with added tar & asphalt bits.
Christ, could we put the AC on PLEASE?


I like fall. I enjoy gentler weather, a dearth of the aforementioned bugs, open windows, and the ability to have a fire without feeling I am reenacting a scene from Dante’s Inferno.

But mostly I like that it means Halloween is right around the corner. Lots of candy, crazy costuming, and a 007 license to spook.

One of my favorite memories of my paternal grandmother1 is her reading us a scary story from one of the many books she had in her house.

Hail Britannica Great Books!
Hail Britannica Great Books!

She also had about a squilliion Reader’s Digest Condensed Books. 

I told the Girl that I wanted to do a recording of me telling the story – as my grandmother had to us kids. She thinks this is a fab idea2.

I love this idea and am really looking forward to doing it for you guys. But now I don’t want to wait for Halloween!
Patience isn’t really my strong suit.
Sadism – being totally ready to fuck over a character in a game/story – is really my forte.

That a snappy sense of fashion.

1– One of the few. Mostly, my brother and I were treated as second-class citizens by that woman.
2– She gave me a Look and was like, “Ooookay, Mom.” It wasn’t outright laughter, so I will take it.

Could you tell me how to get, how to get to Adulting Street?

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Ahh, Texas summers in the early morning.
78° and 93% humidity.

You step outside the door and the air sort of oozes around you. It’s kind of like having your face breathed on by a hobo.

I got to work this morning and made the above comment and one of my coworkers was like “Ugh. No. No hobos. Coffee first.”

Bro. I got you, bro.

My daughter is going to be 16 in just over two weeks.


Where in the hell has the time gone? How did she get to be a junior in high school so quickly?1

Now our talks include things like “when can I get my driver’s license/a job/a car?”

All of which I answer (to paraphrase another blogger whose work I admire):

And not because I am a super-over-protective Mom anymore.
It’s because I care about all the other people on the road.

I love the Girl. She is a great kiddo, turning into an awesome young adult. She is caring, compassionate, brilliant, and funny as hell.

She is also easily distracted and somewhat unfocused. The idea of her piloting a 2000+ pound vehicle gives me the shrieking heebie-jeebies.

1– With the careful application of summer school, to make up for failing grades. School is not her favorite subject.  :/

I also found out that Taco Bell has apparently partnered up with Captain Crunch Cereal (with dingleberries) to create a Frankendessert.

There are NO words to convey my general repulsion and yet horrified vague desire to ingest one, mostly to see if it as bad as it appears.

If I do, I’ll report back, toxicity endurance pending.