Sunday, March 11, 2018

Shitty Saturday

After my infusion on Saturday, I was back home around 10:00 a.m. I swept the kitchen floor and did two loads of laundry.

Sidebar: With these daily trips to the doctors, I keep running out of clothes. And don't get me started on how much gas I have to put in the truck!

Amanda called from Keldon's karate class (right down the road, next to Chin's Chinese restaurant and across from Roush Building 50 on Plymouth Road). She said she and Keldon were going to lunch at Chili's and did I want to come. I said sure.

We met there at 11:30 a.m. I got my usual: A buffalo chicken sandwich, but with Bleu cheese dressing instead of their normal ranch (some traditions must be sacred) and fries. Keldon got the mac & cheese off the kids menu with a side of Mandarin oranges. Amanda, after much hemming and hawing, ordered the chicken fajitas (she is still worried about eating hard food with her temporary tooth).

So, I'm happily eating away when I take a bit of my sandwich and break off MY tooth! WTF? It was a soft brioche bun and a chicken breast. Nothing hard. I went in the bathroom and checked. Sure enough, it was the top tooth on the left side of my two front teeth!

I went back to the table and yelled at Amanda, telling her she had somehow infected me. She made me smile and said, "Yep, there's a gap." Then she said something I thought was odd. She said, "Well, the good news is that you don't smile that much, so nobody will notice."


They left to go see the movie "Ferdinand" at the dollar show near  their house. I declined and went home.

I turned all the clocks ahead in the house (there are eight in all). But I completely forgot the one in the truck.

I watched some TV. I wasn't all that hungry, so I just ate some pretzel rods dipped in yogurt for dinner. I went to bed around 11:00 p.m., so I missed Saturday Night Live.

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