Smile and the World Gives you a Mammogram

I was in a group chat with friends the other day when we all started inadvertently reminding each other of the appointments we were overdue for - teeth cleaning, boob-smushing, eye doctor, bloodwork, etc. It's some kind of bullshit that these have gone to appointments my mom would take me to to appointments I take my mom too. I was about to call the medical imaging place that was supposed to get back to me about a repeat breast ultrasound (it should be fine, it's closing the loop on the biopsy I had that was clear), and then I realized I could email. This was awesome because I didn't have to talk to someone. Since I didn't have to make the phone call (one or two a day is my absolute limit), I called for a dentist appointment.

Is it just me, or is there absolutely no good time for a dentist appointment? I blithely make them six months ahead and then as they draw nearer I start to feel a formless dread. Summer is bad because we're doing fun summer stuff. Winter is bad because it gets dark at three o'clock and who wants to go out in that. Fall is bad because school just started again and I'm getting back into my routine. Spring is bad because I'm just trying to get to the end of the school year. Mondays are bad because they're the beginning of the week, Fridays are bad because they're the end. You get the picture.

I put myself on a short-notice cancellation list, then promptly turned down a dozen appointments -turns out too short a lead time is just as bad as too long a lead time. They asked me if I still wanted to be on the list and I said yes, then promptly turned down the next dozen appointments. I finally decided I should probably call and try to schedule an actual appointment before the dentist sent hired goons over to beat me up (justifiably), and the receptionist said they were booking into next August - except for one appointment a week from Tuesday. This might be just the right amount of notice, but I'm prepared for things to go horribly wrong. 

Today was so much better at work than last Wednesday. At the end of Thursday I realized I'd been walking around for two days with migraine-level head pain and not really knowing what was wrong besides everything being stupid, which probably explains a lot of it. At my morning school I was checking a bin of books back in when I noticed one had a back cover that was bent and starting to tear. Mostly we accept this as something that's just going to happen when you mix up books and elementary-school children, but it is a little depressing how we order brand-new, shiny, immaculate, unspoiled books and they quickly become grubby and tattered.

I took it over to the repair table and flipped it over, and then saw...

The kid put a band-aid on it.

Also, it's finally cool. Today was the first day I wore boots.

Walking pics days 5-8:

Eve comes home on Friday!