Waiting, waiting, waiting . . .

It's amazing what you can do when you spend almost four hours in waiting rooms.

Last night I was eating a grilled cheese sandwich--not a caramel or bubble gum or anything sticky--and the temporary crown I spent Tuesday afternoon having installed popped out.

I already had my annual physical scheduled for this morning.

I called the dentist's office and they told me to come right in, they'd work me in. I explained I had another appointment scheduled. They said to come right after it.

So I went to the doctor's where (surprise, surprise) I was ushered in immediately and saw the doctor.

Then I had to wait an hour for my turn with the vampire who needed to drain my blood for various and sundry tests. And, of course, it took the vampire some time to locate my deep and rolling veins from which to extract the blood.

On to the dentist, stopping on the way for fast food since I had fasted the night before because of the vampire. Thank goodness I did, because I was in the office for over three hours before they could take me back.

It was good stitching time, actually.  I am so glad I shoved this baggie into my bag before I headed out. Otherwise, I would likely be a very cranky person at this point.

And I'm cranky enough as it is.