Adventures in La La Land

What a miserable week.  1. I obviously spoke too soon last week when I declared my cold "better already" and "fast moving." It was just playing me. I felt off on Sunday, and then woke up Monday with almost no voice and the beginning of a cough. It was a long day in the library, trying to read aloud to three classes when I could hardly talk above a whisper. I worked at Once Upon on Tuesday with the help of cold medicine. By Wednesday, though, I was feeling really awful. I seriously considered calling in to Once Upon, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I could function. I wasn't puking or feverish. So I chugged some cough medicine and went to work. That night the cough really hit me full force. I was up for two hours in the middle of the night hacking my guts out. Again, I considered calling in to work on Thursday morning, but again I couldn't bring myself to inconvenience anyone. It was honestly a brutal day, and I counted down every minute until

1. Let me tell you the story of the time I freaked out at the dentist. I've actually told this story before, but it was six years ago, and I doubt those of you who have been following me for that long actually remember my dental escapades. Plus I have new readers who need to hear this riveting tale.  I have never feared the dentist. I'm genetically predisposed to good teeth, and when I had my first cavity as an adult, the filling was super easy. When I had to get another cavity filled a few years later, I expected to have the same experience. They hook you up to the gas and you start to feel warm and sleepy. They rub some numbing gel on your gums, give you a shot you can't feel, make some loud noises with a drill, then send you on your way. The worst part is having a sore jaw afterward. But that fateful day in 2017, the gas wasn't as strong as it was my first time. And the numbing shot didn't take effect as easily as it had before. So the poor, unsuspecting dentist