Everybody says it, “I hate going to the doctors office.” I don’t have a phobia of doctors or anything like that, but I just hate the whole doctor office proccess.
This morning, for example, I needed to go see my dermatologist for my 6 month check-up. After you have skin cancer once, they like to check you a lot more often. Or, that is just the story they use to get you to come in for an office visit, and co-pay… But I digress…
I made my appointment for 9:10 am. This is approximately 1 hour after their office opens. I show up at 8:50 giving me plenty of time to fill out any paperwork and still be ahead of schedule. Turns out, paperwork wasn’t needed, so I sat.
On the waiting room tv I watched the last 10 minutes of the movie, “Rudy” on an ancient vcr and then watched the credits… Then the tv switched over to regular tv and I was treated to Regis and Kelly. Cruel!
At exactly 9:30 the nurse called my name, interupting Regis. How dare she? I was brought in to the exam room and asked some questions. Then, he nurse left. After 5 full minutes of waiting, I started typing this message…
How is it possible that an office can end up being 20 – 30 minutes behind schedule after only the first hour of being open? I just don’t get it.

“You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick.”
– The Narrator, Fight Club

I went to the dentist for a deep cleaning. After getting 6 shots of novicane, she went to work with a pick-axe and a sledgehammer. Immediatly my mouth was filled with a metallic taste as a warm stream of blood rushed over my tounge.

Wow, what an unfun way to spend the afternoon. The best part is, I get to go back again tommorow. Today we only did the left side. Oh, and for added fun, I am having 3 fillings dealt with during my appointment, to. Jason, you better not have forgotten the Lortab!

All year I sit around waiting for those cute little girls in their green dresses to show up outside every grocery store in the Western Hemisphere hawking those boxes of cookies. The wife will pick up a few boxes of Thin Mint or the peanut butter patties for me. But, the season just wouldn’t be complete without the annual hunt for Girl Scout Thin Mint ice cream. Holy hell that is some good stuff.
This year’s journey was completed today. After visiting no less than a dozen stores in search of the frozen minty goodness, I was told that Smiths carried it. When I arrived there was but one gallon remaining. I was ready to knock out the group of elderly ladies in the ice cream aisle if the showed any signs of reaching for it. Luckily (for them), they moved on and headed for the Depends.

About a week ago, i entered the elevator after a group of ladies exited. As I took the short trip up, I recall thinking that one of the ladies wears too much of some crappy perfume. Yesterday I noticed a similar smell. Odd, I thought. But, perhaps the same lady had used the elevator recently. Whatever…
So today I got in to the empty elevator and immediatly noticed the same smell. Damn, that is a lot of perfume for one lady to go through… Then, out of the corner of my eye, I found the source. A new air freshener that spits some wildly pungent air destroyer. Gross, man. Gross.

As a kid I had a bad experience with a dentist. No, he didn’t touch me “there”, you sicko! But, even to this day, I have a bit of a phobia of dentists I have several cavaties that I should get fixed and you are supposed to get a teeth cleaning ever 6 to 12 months. My last cleaning was…. I can’t remember when.
After the filling fell out of my tooth yesterday, a trip to the dentist was pretty much mandatory. So I made an appointment for this morning. My mother-in-law, who also has had a bad experience with a dentist years ago, recommended her dentist. So I figured if he’s good enough for her, then he’s good enough for me.
When I got here this morning, I went through the “first time patient” forms and initial exam where they took about 20 x-rays. Since my tooth wasn’t in pain, the doc wanted to schedule me to come back to start taking care of the many cavaties PLUS I was going to need a root canal on the tooth where the filling came out of. I asked the doc to file down the sharp edge on the one tooth and then I was headed out.
As I was discussing my upcoming appointments with the nurse, she asked when I wanted to come back. I said “as soon as possible.” WTF did I just say?
I scheduled myself to return today at noon for the first cleaning session. Then she asked how serious about how soon I wanted to get the root canal. She checked the schedule and says “he has an opening right now” so back in the chair I went.
I had some time between the end of that session and before my cleaning starts to grab a bite to eat (soft food!) and write this post…
I do have to say, the words root canal send shivers up my spine! But, this went pretty smoothly. Even though, while we were in the middle of it he found that my tooth had two canals. Just my luck! I think I will be less apprehensive before my next appointment. This is a good thing.

What better way to spend a Tuesday evening than to be stabbed a few tousand times a minute? Yeah, I couldn’t think of one either.
My tattoo artist, Austin, is very much like me in that he has too many project ideas and not enough time to get them done. I came up with another idea for him to do a blog site with all his crazy daily activities. After a bit of explaining how it will work, I offered to help him out. He’s stoked on the idea and so am I. Once it hits the web, I’ll drop an update.

At work we have two entrances to our office. I have an assigned parking spot so i always enter through the same door. As a matter of fact, i have exited out the other door one time and, until today, I have never entered through it. Not using that door may save my life! I watch enough 24 and have learned enough from Jack Bauer to recognize when a door has been wired with explosives!
From now on, I will use the back door only when the front door is blocked off by hostals holding machine guns. Even then I may use some of my Jack Bauer training and yell “Who Are You Working For?”