I had my wisdom tooth pulled a few weeks ago. #1 tooth, if you are curious, the top one on my right side. I’ve had both my jaws broken, screws both put into and taken from my head, and braces, so I wasn’t exactly scared about getting a tooth removed.
Mr and Ms Mango take the bubble top for a spin.
Q: Where you been, Anne? A: I have been busy trying to pull myself out of my funk. Actual footage of this process: Please enjoy this link to a far better explanation of what my life feels like right now, as written by Catherine Newman: Just. Don’t. Q: Am I
I have the general sense my life is very boring these days. Although when I stop and think it through, that’s not entirely true. It’s just boring compared to the clustertrump of current events. I’ve gotten into the habit of reading the news/twitter first thing over coffee, like a genuine
Last week, three emails from my mom downloaded into my box, respectively titled, “(Dad’s) metabolic panel for your records,” “thyroid screen” and “A1c.” Each opened to screenshots of Dad’s medical records full of incomprehensible (to me) numbers and abbreviations, copy-pasta’d and cc’d to my sisters and brothers-in-law. I did what