Turns out "retreat" doesn't mean "spa" in the world of dentistry

Procrastination. Yeah, I think you can say I am pretty familiar with the definition of this word. Especially when it comes to dentistry. Having my mouth wedged open while someone pokes around in there with a drill bit has never been high on my list of things that I run right out and have done immediately. No, I tend to put those appointments off as long as I can.  I seriously think I would rather have a mammogram than a dentist appointment. At least that's what I think today. I'll let you know in a few weeks if that still holds true, since I'm 40 now and that breast smashing highlight of every woman's life is next on the list of things to do. But now, I'm rambling.

And it could be the vicodin. So see, its not my fault.

I'm having oral surgery tomorrow. And it just happens to be on the same day as my first job interview in 5 years. And why is this happening?

Procrastination.

Back in February I was told by my dentist that I needed to have a retreat on my root canal. But see, all I heard was retreat. And I thought he meant like a "spa". But no such luck. He meant re-treat, as in have another root canal. That didn't seem as fun as the first retreat sounded. Needless to say, I put it off. Its now 4 months later. Turns out there is a huge infection that has been festering for the last few months under my gums and I have to go in for "emergency" oral surgery. The pain is so severe, my entire left side of my jaw is tender to the touch. I have been "medicated" 24 hours a day since Friday.

Oh wait, and then there is that interview I mentioned earlier. No I couldn't have scheduled this on a day where I would be completely relaxed and the only thing on my mind would be the marketing stylings of the latest product promotion. No. Not me. That's not how I roll. Where's the challenge in that? I had to schedule this for a day where I was hopped up on pain killers and have my head filled with thoughts of drill bits and dental dams. Yeah, so this ought to be interesting. Hopefully someone there will let me know if I start drooling or pass out in the hall way.

I know what you are probably thinking. Why don't I just reschedule the interview? Well, I can't. It's already been rescheduled twice. So, needless to say, I'm a little nervous.

Wish me luck!


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