Conversation.

An actual conversation I had the other night:

Me: You let the cat in the house? Why did you let the cat in the house?

Parents: We let you in the house, don't we?

I can fix a drink

As it stands now, I cannot have an implant.

The thing is, I kind of assumed the bone graft I had over the summer would not work. When I say the word 'pain,' I don't mean the normal kind of pain that you feel when you don't feel good.

This was a level of pain that I can't even describe.

Plus, I'm not the kind of person who gets easy fixes. I don't just have a bone graft and then get an implant that works like unicorn poop.

There's not enough bone in that spot for an implant, even with a bone graft.

I saw the x-ray. There's the bone graft, then there's a black hole of nothingness above it.

The oral surgeon asked me if I wanted a bridge. I told him that I just had a $7,000 bridge pulled from my mouth.

He said he could try another bone graft, but my sinus is in the way, so he'd have to "bump the sinus up."

Uh...no.

Or, he said, you could just walk around with a missing tooth.

I guess that's why you shouldn't let an infection eat your face?

I did everything I could to fix that tooth. It was root canalled, root canalled again, it had gum surgery, it had a post in it, it had a bone graft.

When I felt that tooth crack, I made an appointment to get it checked out immediately.

I could not have done anything different.

I gave it all I had.

I can't fix this, guys. The infection ate away at the bone so much that the bone is gone forever.

In the words of a song that I love listening to:

I can't fix that.

But I can fix a drink.

app

I don't know what to do when car doors do not open.

Scene 1:

I discovered yesterday on my lunch break that my car door did not open.

I don't know what to do when car doors do not open.

I crawled out the passenger side door, called the guy who fixes my car, then went and traded my Dad's perfectly fine truck for a car that doesn't have a functioning driver's side door.

(Cars are kind of like teeth. When it goes wrong, I know to call someone smarter than me.)

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Scene 2:

While being laughed at by the guy who fixes my car, my Dad asks me if I want to lock my doors on my car while it's sitting in the parking lot of the fixing place.

Well, I said, if someone tries to steal it, they're going to have a really hard time opening the door.

Fyi, apparently if the hinge that holds the door open breaks, and you open your car door on a day where the wind is blowing 50 miles per hour, you can actually damage your front fender.

You can damage your front fender so much that the damn door will not open.

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Scene 3:

My mom: Oh my God did you wreck your car? What did you hit?

Me: The wind. I hit the wind.

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Scene 3:

My dumbass dog woke up at 4:30 a.m. and did not go back to sleep.

I worked up some tomatoes. I made a big breakfast. I did dishes. I watched the news curled up with a blanket and a space heater...all before 8 a.m.

Dog at 4:30 a.m.: Hey I have to go outside.

Dog at 4:32 a.m.: Oh my God it’s cold let me back in.

Dog at 4:33 a.m.: Hey since you’re awake do you wanna party?

My people.

http://www.whiskeyriff.com/2017/10/05/watch-eric-church-breaks-down-over-las-vegas-debuts-new-song-for-victims/

"Those were my people."

I'm crying.

Another post

Another good comment I read online:
If we can pretend that a well regulated militia means machine guns for everybody, I think we can pretend the right to life, liberty & pursuit of happiness means basic healthcare.

I know that nothing is as important as a person's life. I get that, trust me.

But I can't stop thinking about the monetary damages that one suicidal dipshit instilled across an entire nation.

Say the average funeral costs $10,000. Fifty nine funerals is $590,000.

The last injured count I heard was 527. My emergency room bill over the summer was around $2,000. I have no idea how much an emergency room visit costs if you get shot, but let's assume it's $2,000 (keeping in mind that surgery is way, way more than that).

$2,000 x 527 people is $1,054,000.

Not to mention the economic impact of hotels and casinos not being busy in Vegas after the shooting.

So...after 58 deaths and $2 million in damages (I wouldn't be surprised if the actual dollar amount is double or triple that number), can we start thinking about gun control now?

Hurts.

I love concerts and music.

My heart hurts this week.

This is the best comment I've read online about Vegas:

Somehow they manage to restrict the amount of allergy medication we buy. Surely they can extend that to guns & ammunition.