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Tomorrow

September 11th, 2002

I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. I have a feeling it’s going to be emotionally draining - this week has already been that way as it is.

Tim had put in a request for passes to the Pentagon services, but unfortunately wasn’t able to get them. For him, even considering attending was one of those big ‘face your fear head on’ kind of things. Personally, I’m not disappointed. Granted, the Pentagon will probably be one of the safest places on the planet tomorrow, but still…

But I will say that putting the missile batteries live is kinda cool. (Yeah, I’m a sick puppy that way. I *like* displays of military muscle around here.)

I worry that tomorrow will bring out all sorts of crackpots. I get the impression there will be plenty of places with crowds and not enough security, and really, all it takes is one person to hurt a lot of others. I don’t think we’ll get through the day incident-free. I REALLY hope I am totally wrong on that one.

I doubt I’ll be watching TV tomorrow - I saw it all last year and it’s still quite fresh in my mind, thankyouverymuch. I don’t really want to see some godawful slideshow of it all again set to some musical background, cutting in and out of scenes of the various memorial services. I don’t like the idea of it all becoming the Krusty the Clown Halftime Special.

And on an extremely selfish note: The Pentagon looks like nothing even happened. Dammit, I don’t want it to look like nothing ever happened here.

Something happened here.

Must I go to work tomorrow?

September 9th, 2002

It’s not that the job is bad, it’s fine. I just don’t feel like I had a proper weekend, that’s all - so, can I just have another day?

Saturday was filled with the moving stuff, and then today I did stuff around the house and did the grocery shopping and all that good stuff.

Didn’t really have any nice goof off time, so I’d really like to have an extra day to take care of that…

- C.

MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm

September 9th, 2002

Been seriously jonesing for Japanese food for a while lately. If you’re in NoVa and want something other than the ‘flashing knives’ or just sushi, here is the place:

Koto Restaurant
211 King St, Alexandria, VA 22314
Phone: (703) 683-2232

Very, very, very good. Something oddly comforting about saying ‘thank you’ in Japanese again after all these years.

- C.

The dentist…

September 5th, 2002

So, I sit here feeling like someone has taken a sledgehammer to the side of my face. Yes, I’ve just returned from my new (and soon to be former) dentist.

My old dentist moved to Leesburg. There were two other dentists in the practice - I asked to see Dr H, and got stuck w/ Dr J. Should have just insisted on seeing Dr H…

I don’t like having to have the “gun talk” with prospective dentists, but it would seem that I am going to have to start it.

“So, what did you do this weekend?”
“Well, Doc, I went to the firing range, shot off about 300 or so rounds, and achieved my NRA pro-marksman certification. Now, this whole dental appointment is going to be as comfortable as possible, correct?” (The pro-marksman thing is actually true.)

So, for any potential dentists out there, here is a list of things to think about…

- When I state, “I have my music turned up too loud to even hear you, I will just let you know if there is a problem”, DO NOT kill the nitrous buzz every 5 minutes to ask if I am OK. I TOLD you I would let you know and I really did mean it.

- Do not attempt to administer the novacaine while I am still sitting up. The sight of you coming straight at me with the needle from hell does not help with relaxation, and sets me back quite a bit. Which results in you having to leave the room for another 10 minutes while I calm down again. Turn up the nitrous, and tip the chair over *before* you give the injection so I don’t see the stinking needle.

- Do not kill the nitrous buzz just to let me know that “We’re starting to put the fillings in now”, and other equally unimportant things. I really don’t give a rat’s ass what you’re doing, except that I *was* relaxed, and now I am not, which means that now I am not relaxed AND I am pissed off. If the building is not on fire, there is no need to attempt to speak to me.

- I have indicated multiple times that I am EXTREMELY uncomfortable (ok, completely phobic) about dentists and dentistry. However, I still try very hard to stay calm. Please don’t interpret that as “totally comfortable with the experience”, it is called “acting”. (I will still let you know if it hurts)

- Do not blame the equipment. The fact that you didn’t give me enough novacaine is why it hurt when you were drilling. (Especially after I informed you of an unfortunate trait I have of burning through novacaine very quickly and asked you to refer to my file for previous dosage information.) The claim of the drill being “off pitch” is all fine and well, but don’t tell me it’s something you’re “attuned” to, because you should have noticed it was “off pitch” when you started it up.

- Do not blame the equipment #2. When you’re picking at the filling and I say “OW”, do not blame the ‘bands’ that you put in my mouth. When I tell you that, no, it hurts **where you’re picking at it**, don’t blame the bands again (and be real: don’t call them “bands”, you put freaking thumbscrews on my jaw, I could see that much.)

In a nutshell:
- Crank up the nitrous
- Don’t let me see the needle
- Don’t talk to me unless it is REALLY important - and I mean REALLY, REALLY important
- Just because I “look” calm, doesn’t mean I am not terrified
- Just because I am terrified, doesn’t mean I am in pain
- I really, really will tell you if there is a problem.

I really hate going to the dentist…

Update…

September 3rd, 2002

It has been brought to my attention that I have been remiss in keeping things up to date. :)

- The clutch on the car is fixed
- Computer is broken, using borrowed one at the moment
- Work is still work
- The change in the weather, while bringing much needed rain, has also brought on a headache that has lasted the past 6 days
- Tim’s dog still wants to chase the cats
- Tim’s sister is married

I think that covers everything in the past month and a half!

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