Friends of ours that have retired usually head out west each summer in their compact RV. It's become a bit of a tradition (2 years running!) to see them off with a brunch at the Ancaster Mill. I posted last year about the get together and it's still as awesome as it was back then. Our waiter wasn't near as entertaining as the one we had last year but all was forgiven as I sat down to this, my first plate of the meal:
Now THAT'S a breakfast!
Besides the food, it was good to see a lot of the John Deere crew again. Best of luck to Joe and Judy on their latest cross-Canada adventure!
So, I'm not too proud of the way I've lived my life the past 10 years. A scotchy mist of self-absorption and indulgence. I certainly never gave a thought to personal improvement or even much to personal maintenance. Which means I've yet to have a man's finger up my bum and I haven't been to a dentist in over 10 years.
That changed today. The dentist part, not the bum part.
Last week, I was enjoying a lovely snack of triscuits, when all of a sudden half of my rear molar fell off. That was unexpected. I spat out the tooth half and looked at it in amazement. I was literally falling apart. I felt like Jeff Goldblum in The Fly, yanking pieces out of my head.
Yah, I was freaked out. It was time. Me and my jagged stub of a tooth made the call and booked an appointment with a nearby dentist. And today was the reckoning.
I went in trying to be as cool as possible. It didn't last. As I sat there filling out my paperwork, I started sweating. And then I started sweating more because I was aware that I was sweating. Holy fuck, they're going to refuse to treat me because I'm a big sweaty mess.
They came and got me before I had a chance to get to the restroom to freshen up so I had no choice but to slosh my way to the examination room. Once I got in the seat though, I actually started to relax. The dental assistant did a great job of putting me at ease. She nearly choked me when she put the x-ray card in my mouth but, other than that, very professional and friendly.
Okay, things are going smoothly now. Just waiting for the x-ray to develop and to review it with the dentist and I might actually be out of here in under 15 minutes.
The dentist did show up and was just as friendly and professional as the assistant. He shows me stumpy on the x-ray and explains that a cavity had just gotten so big that the tooth had started crumbling around it. He estimated I was only a couple weeks away from a really bad tooth ache. He recommended yanking what remained of the tooth. I agreed. It was a wisdom tooth, so what the hell.
Then he says, "Want to do it right now?". AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Now? Fuck me. My eyes must have doubled in size because he quickly said "Or we can book it for another day?".
I know myself well enough to know that it would be best to take care of it then and there. Waiting another month and thinking about it day and night would drive me (and Jen) up the wall. So I consented, even if the consent was a little unenthusiastic.
And out comes the needle. This, above all else freaks me the fuck out. I thank the gods of dentistry that we've advanced to the point where an anaesthetic gel is now used so you don't actually feel the needle going in. That's great. The view of a man coming at your mouth with a giant hypodermic needle isn't so great. I shut my eyes like a little girl. Scrunched them tight and went to my happy place.
Eventually the freezing application was done. While we were waiting for the drugs to do their thing, it was time for a little Q&A with the good doctor. As we went over the tools and techniques to be used, my leg started shaking. Here I am, a giant man, quivering like a wet cat at the thought of somebody prying a tooth out of my head.
I was left alone for a few more minutes to think about what was going to happen. Great. My leg stopped shaking. I was resigned to what was coming. Let's do it!
Dentist and assistant come back and I spent the next five minutes with my face rammed into this guys armpit as he leveraged against my lower jaw trying to separate tooth from head. I didn't feel anything except this guy leaning on my head. And he was exerting quite a bit of force. The only thing I could think about is what happens when that tooth finally pops? He's practically standing on my head. When that tooth gives, he's going to drop right through my lower jaw.
But there was no pop, no commotion, just a bit of grinding noise, and without much drama I was less a tooth. Huh. I was pretty amazed. I'd heard horror stories of wisdom tooth extractions from various friends but this was pretty much a walk in the park.
So, that's done. I imagine there will be plenty more drama to come as I go back for a full assessment for the rest of my teeth but for now I'm pretty relaxed. Of course, the freezing is starting to wear off right now. I may eat those words.
We watched this flick on Saturday. I enjoyed the first Guy Ritchie/Robert Downey Jr. Sherlock Holmes but the reviews had been pretty down on the sequel so I didn't mind passing on it until this weekend. There weren't too many other options out there so we decided to give it a try.
And it was good! At least as good as the first one. Not earth shattering but a fun, action-packed, romp. Yah, no regrets at all, just a fun distraction for a couple hours.
Which made me wonder about all those negative reviews. They weren't just dismissive, the reviewers mostly seemed offended at the very existence of the movie. All of them ended up referring to the latest, modern-day, BBC interpreted Holmes as the superior choice when considering your options for Sherlock entertainment. And because they was this better option, the inferior option should be mocked and treated with disdain.
Seems a little arrogant to me. While I agree the BBC Holmes is a better production, I think there's room enough for a little brainless fun in the Sherlockian universe. Give it a shot if brainless fun is what you're in the mood for.
I'm pretty sure I've had this beer at Borealis but I was still surprised to see it at the LCBO. In cans too! I just may have found my summer beer. Great flavour and very refreshing. Highly recommended!
Some days are just made for Rage Against The Machine. I can't think of any other music that has the power to make me want to incite a riot. Or topple a government. Or sit at my comfy desk and very angrily nod my head.
A one of a kind musical experience that can only be described as Angry Activist Rock. Back in the day, they looked at the grunge movement and laughed "Is that all you got?". I regret never seeing them live and I really regret watching them morph into the mewling kitten that was Audioslave. They are always in rotation on my playlists and some days, like today, it's all I want to listen to.
I don't watch or listen to the CBC much anymore. But it's the
playoffs so you pretty much have to go to the CBC if you want to watch
any of the final round of the Stanley Cup. And in the mornings, when I
turn on the TV while making breakfast, the TV pops up with CBC News.
It's been a good change of pace. I actually find myself informed on the
news of the day while I scramble up some eggs.
things took a dramatic turn for the worse a couple days ago. Instead of
an update on the latest economic crisis or the whereabouts of that
freak from Montreal, I got a five minute rundown of the weather
situation through the Queen's Diamond Jubilee celebrations. I had no
idea such a thing was going on or why I should give a shit. I patiently
waited for the next news segment only to be greeted to another 5 minute
block of Jubilee related information.
I changed the
channel in disgust. When did the CBC turn into such a royalist
douchebag of a news organization? And when did we start
over-celebrating 60 year anniversaries? I can kind of understand people
losing their shit over a prince getting married but I am dumbfounded
that they are making such a huge deal over 60 years of a queen being a
And then this morning another dose of
Jubilation! It seems like CBC is only breaking their Diamond Jubilee
coverage for those few hours of hockey coverage every other night.
Unreal. Can't wait for LA to wrap up the championship so I can get back
to not watching the CBC.