|I was up at 9:00 this morning, and downstairs to brewing coffee by 9:09. Kevin (av8rdude) came down shortly after that and we each had a bagel from the six I bought yesterday while we were at Bruegger's.|
He had crunchy peanut butter on his. I had butter on half of mine, and lite plain cream cheese and grape jelly on the other half.
I had a dentist appointment this morning for a little filling, and another chance to brag about my dentist—Susan Gover, whom I love. She was really on her game this morning. In honor of the Olympics currently going on in Beijing, and where I'll be in October, I'll rate her that way.
Color commentary: Susan continually asks throughout the procedure, "You doing okay?" She also lets you know what she's doing as she goes along, "You're going to feel a little pinch now," "One more little pinch over in this area now; there are two nerves leading to this tooth, and we want to be sure and get both of them," "This part might feel a little bumpy as I grind out that little bit of old filling," "Put your hand up if you feel anything at all," "Gravity is working against us here, so we might drop a little something on your tongue, but we'll get it right up."
She did an absolute bang-up job with the numbing. When she returned after the seven-minute wait to let the Novocaine do its thing, she asked, "You feeling anything up there yet?" Seeing how my cheek now felt the size of a moo-moo, I replied, "Yeah, it's like a size 12 lady has tried to squeeze into a size 6 dress up in there."
I felt absolutely nothing the entire way through this procedure today. Just as it should be. Before leaving there, I paid an outstanding balance I had after my last insurance claim settled, and I nabbed another rebate form for a Sonicare toothbrush.
I didn't want to eat for a couple of hours, until my mouth was completely back to normal, so I took advantage of the time to go to the grocery store. At checkout, I apologized to the cashier for only being able to manage "half a smile."
While Kevin went for his annual FAA physical (to allow him to keep his pilot license), I chopped, diced, and sliced various and sundry vegetables, and when he returned we had a salad consisting of: Romaine lettuce, shredded cheddar cheese, diced hard-boiled egg, sliced cucumbers, diced onions, diced celery, chopped mushrooms, pineapple tidbits, and raisins—all topped lightly with some fat-free croutons. Pretty damned delicious.
We worked out from about 3:15 to 4:15. I did lower body today, and crunches. I also struggled to get through the god-awful music that was playing in the place, and too loudly at that. I don't wear my iPod when I do my strength training, and I skipped cardio today, as it's a dance night. Today's stats:
Dancing was somewhat of a drag tonight. We had about eight dancers there by about 9:30, and after our 30-minute dancing hiatus so that the bar patrons could watch Sordid Lives, we had four left: Carl, Bill, me, and Ernie. Not a good trend.