They say that when something bad happens you can expect 2 more bad things to follow behind. It’s a common belief and is one I refuse to embrace. The problem is that my subconscious brain is isn’t cooperating! It’s like the cartoon devil on my shoulder whispering in my ear, “You just wait… you’ve got one more coming.”
- Libby had surgery — no cancer so all is good in that regard, but still not a pleasant experience (not for her and certainly not for my budget).
- On Friday, the back 1/2 of one of my teeth totally sheared off. Of course it started hurting like crazy! Since my dentist isn’t available on weekends, I struggled through and called first thing on Monday morning. My appointment was scheduled for this morning, and guess what the diagnosis was… ROOT CANAL! ::groan::
I called the referred endodontist and was scheduled an appointment for next week, but the very sweet lady on the phone during a series of questions decided I should be seen earlier. Like TOMORROW MORNING. Not that I’m in a panic or anything (I’ve never had a root canal before), but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t insanely afraid.
- And then, she quoted the price of the procedure. Knowing a costly crown will soon follow, I’m positively CERTAIN that will be more than enough to make up #3 in the bad luck series — especially since I don’t believe in the whole 3’s thing anyway.
