Things are a bit off kilter here for me today.
I've got a new sore place in my gum and I have GOT to call the dentist and arrange to have something put in the hole in my mouth where that tooth was pulled because I'm chewing all funky and for all I know, I've developed another bone abscess on the other side (please dear god, no, no, no!) and we know this is all going to cost a bizillion dollars whether I get an implant or a permanent bridge (any experienced advice out there on this one?) and just the thought that in half an hour I have to call the dentist is enough to throw me right back into anxiety mode and why in hell am I like this?
What happened to me in a doctor's office to make me this freaked out?
Okay. That's one thing.
Here's another. I've been getting these random texts and calls on my phone from every area code in the universe. Mostly they say things like, "Hey!" or "Hello!" One said, "Do you want to have phone sex?" And last night I got an actual picture of a guy, blessedly entirely dressed, who had selfied himself in a lovely restroom and I am thinking it was a public restroom because there was a urinal in it but a high-class looking urinal so there is that. He was wearing black pants and a purple shirt. No heads were involved. And that one said, "Hey babe!"
What slimy site has someone either purposely or mistakenly posted my phone number?
The calls and texts had mostly disappeared for a few days but this one came in about four-thirty in the morning. This morning.
And to top it all off, there is something dead in the library. And I mean very, very dead. It's probably under the couch which weighs five hundred pounds and I cannot and will not move it. I've opened the window in there and closed the doors.
So. To sum up, I am having dental problems, anxiety, unwanted texts and calls and my library smells like a...well, a dead thing.
It's summer. It's hot. It's buggy. And this, too, is all life.
Boys are coming soon. Chickens want out.
Happy Wednesday, y'all.