Owha Tasil Lygoo Siam

It’s okay.

Everything is okay.

I went to the dentist on Friday, first thing. Everyone is so nice there, calling me “hon” and “darling”. There are like…3 dental hygienists in the room, and my specialist. We start talking Laguna Beach, I feel like crying. I fear anything I answer; I’m going to start bawling I’m so scared.

So they put this bite thing in my mouth, which is good, I was concerned about having to hold my mouth open, cover my eyes, give me 8,000 shots of Novocain and start to work. They’re talking me through the whole thing, holding my hands and holding my head down while they pull bone out of my head. I don’t feel a thing. And I’m zenning it out, taking my mind to a different place, breathing through my nose and breathing in and out, in and out, in and out. And boom! It’s done. I still feel like crying, but I’m impressed I didn’t feel a thing and I know this Novocain isn’t going to wear off forever.

At the end, my specialist tells me what a good job I’ve done, how brave I am, and then he says:

“Did we scare you?”

I shake my head, still feeling tears welling up, but no he didn’t scare me…

“Because you’re sweating pretty badly”

I reach to forehead and feel massive amounts of water. I guess I was scared. I guess I sweat when I’m scared.

And then that was it! I took a vicadin for fun, but it wasn’t necessary, really after that I took no pain killers at all, and still haven’t. Didn’t need ‘em.

The rest of the weekend I remained quiet, until cabin fever and boredom got the best of me on Sunday, and I headed down to the lake to catch the air show. It turned out to be such a beautiful day. I sat right by the water, listening to the sounds of the waves while I watched planes fly over-head. I dangled my feet and walked in the sand and people-watched as far as the eye could see.

It was such a beautiful day, I had such a nice time lying in the sand and staring at the city.

I don’t care if it’s for recruitment, or that there’s a war or two, or gas shortages. I mean, of course I care, but this is a Chicago tradition, a last of its kind. I haven’t missed an Air & Water show for as long as I can remember, and I don’t ever plan on missing one in the future. It is one of my favorite Chicago days, and I’m pleased as punch that I got to go.