The Bloody Doors Off

Dawn breaks, there is blue in the sky
Your face before me
Though I don’t know why
Thoughts disappearing like tears from the Moon

Waiting here, as I sit by the stone
They came before me
Those men from the Sun
Signs from the heavens say I am the one

Now you’re here, I can see your light
This light that I must follow
You, you may take my life away, so far away
Now I know I must leave your spell
I want tomorrow

I Want Tomorrow, Enya

Nothing cryptic.

I’m back in the dentist chair Tuesday.

To see the dental hygienist.

Although they initially told me that would be step 2.

After the teeth pulling.

Still.

Have I mentioned how much I hate the dentist?

Not hate.

Scared.

I can’t stand the noise of the drill.

I hate getting frozen.

The one time I was fine at the dentist office, is when they sedated me to take out my wisdom teeth.

Which Dr. Sugarman says she can’t do this time around.

Because of the medications I’m on.

She’s not an anesthesiologist.

Which is fair.

Hopefully the laughing gas will calm me..

Ugh. Chills just thinking about them pulling a tooth.

This is, in part, why my teeth are so messed up.

The other 90% is my own damned fault.

Of course, being freelance means I have no dental coverage.

So this is all out-of-pocket.

Which I’d be in better shape if I hadn’t just gotten scammed.

When it rains, it pours.