Hesitant, Hopeful

What a cruddy week, so far. I mean, really.

My team lost the Superbowl in what can only be described as "The Great Bronco Slaughter of 2014." Would you believe that when it was over, I was so appalled that I actually laughed...? And then, I cried. A lot. And then I went to bed... and cried some more. A lot more.

And I woke up this morning in a terrible mood. Half my-team-got-ass-kicked-all-over-New-Jersey and half I-get-to-go-to-the-dentist-for-a-full-mouth-deep-cleaning.

Which I did, at noon and it sucked--more than I hoped it would, less than I thought it might. But, it was less painful that what happened to the Broncos last night. But full mouth numbing is so annoying. I mean, have you ever been kissed all over your numb face by an over-zealous furball? I got so freaked out about not really being able to feel anything that I had to make him stop. He was pissed but he got over it.

Of course, he head-splitting, shrill-barked for, like, the next two hours straight. Asshole dog (whom I love with all my heart, btw).

And now my teeth are sore from having 16 numbing injections and a sonic "tool" shoved between my teeth and my gums. Root Scaling = achy face. Really, achy face. But they didn't fill the whole in my tooth where I lost the previous filling. I have to go back and suffer more pain for that. Then I get to go back and have another cleaning check next month.

Maybe tomorrow will be better. Surely it will. This week can't get much worse.