That kind of day
On Monday I went to the dentist and had a cavity filled—this is the one they were going to deal with 3 weeks ago before I got called out of town, and then again last week only I got the time of the appointment wrong, so it was rescheduled for this week. It went really smoothly; Novocaine (or whatever they're using these days) is great stuff. A few barely perceptible pinpricks on the gums, and then not a twinge for the duration of the procedure. No loss of function (could eat and talk fine), no pain later when the anesthetic wore off. Cool beans.
I do recommend, though, for anyone contemplating or embarking on a medical career, that you practice how to talk in front of patients. If you mumble urgently to another medical person in front of a patient, while suddenly starting to move much more rapidly, it gives the impression that there's something seriously wrong and that the patient should panic. Not ideal.
Anyway, this morning I gashed the ball of my left index finger while cutting a bagel. Hurt a lot for a few minutes, but barely at all once it stopped bleeding. Natural painkillers? Dunno. Now it's got a bandaid (misuse of trademark, ten-yard penalty) on it, and I can type without much trouble.
But it made me even later to work than usual. Then at work, I discovered too late that one scheduled meeting was at 2 p.m. Eastern time rather than, as I'd thought, Pacific time, so I missed that one. And then I went to the followup meeting at 1 p.m., and after sitting around an empty conference room for some time, discovered that the followup meeting is actually tomorrow instead of today.
I'm not doing so well with the scheduling thing.
Time for me to go get some lunch.