Last week we found out that the government people were getting Friday off in honor of Ronald Reagan. Even though I�m not government per se, I was excited and assumed we�d probably get off too.
But we didn�t. We waited all week long and heard we were NOT getting Friday off.
I was bummed.
Partly because I had an appointment anyway to get my tooth pulled at 2:00 p.m. I would�ve preferred to not have to use any vacation time for that.
Oh well.
My boss came over to me around 12:30 and told me to go ahead and leave because no one was watching the clock. So, that was nice. I guess our contract did realize how irritating it is to be sitting here time and time again when the government folks get off early.
Now, as far as my appointment with the dental surgeon: I had pretty much determined that I was NOT going to pay the extra $60.00 for laughing gas. I was being cheap.
We arrived at the clinic and I was given four pages of paperwork to fill out. Gee. All of this for a lousy tooth extraction.
I was quickly called into the back and sat in the chair and leaned back. That�s when it happened. I lost my nerve. Boy did I.
I asked for the laughing gas. I didn�t know what to expect because I hadn�t had it before.
I was a little scared.
The dental tech and the dentist numbed my gum. Then, without warning, they put the mask on my face and said, �Here�s the laughing gas�.
Almost immediately, everything had an echo. The ceiling had these tiny little holes in it and they were fascinating. I also started to panic though; I was worried I�d stop breathing.
I knew I was going to be pretty far-gone soon, so I told the dental tech: �I have sleep apnea� which was important to know because sometimes people with that condition will stop breathing under anesthesia.
She nodded.
They left me. In a way, I guess I was trapped in my thoughts. I tried to move but couldn�t. I was a little scared, but yet this was also very trippy. I felt like I was taking a little vacay.
In fact, I heard people talking and it sounded like I was in the bottom of a well.
Now I know why ravers sniff this crap out of balloons. I totally get it.
It must�ve been about 20 minutes but it felt like hours later when they came in to work on my teeth. All of the sudden, they were done.
It seemed like it happened very quick.
After the procedure was over, mouth stuffed with gauze, I walked back to the front desk and wrote out a check. I slobbered on myself. I was given a packet with loads of instructions for the next 3 days. 3 days? That was when it occurred to me that this wasn�t some routine dental work. It was SURGERY.
Rene� was sitting out in the waiting room for me. He seemed relieved to see me up and walking about, and we left quickly.
I had been given two prescriptions, one for pain relief, and amoxicillin to prevent infection.
We went to Walgreen�s. I bought some soft, cold foods, like ice cream and a cup of fruit. I knew then that the food choices were going to get old quick. Messing with my food is like messing with my emotions.
In fifteen minutes, I had my prescriptions and I was out of there.
That afternoon, I just hung out on my couch. It really sucked to have to have a thick wad of gauze stuffed into my mouth, and I kept slobbering on myself. That was embarrassing.
I kept waiting for the pain as the meds wore off, but it never really came.
Friday was a bust, needless to say.
Saturday I did laundry, cleaned Jackie�s room and that�s about it. Not really a productive day.
Sunday, I set my alarm clock so that I�d wake up early. I got up around 9:30 a.m. I took a shower, and got dressed up. I had to have Jackie buckle my sandals. I just couldn�t bend down that way.
Then I did my hair and makeup.
I was excited about seeing Patrick again but worried that it wouldn�t turn out the way I expected. I was also worried that my alcoholic haze that I had the night I met him tainted the way I remembered him. Of course my 3 White Russians might have had something to do with our getting along so well,too.
Jackie was going to The Magic House with Romy and Dax. They left at 11:00. I stood outside and talked to Sandy, our apartment manager, until about 11:30.
Then, I remembered that I had wanted to go back to Walgreen�s to get some of this fantastic hold hairspray called Salon Graphics that Lisa uses.
So, I went. While wandering around I found this doll called �Ms. Wonderful� that played all of these bright, cherry and chipper phrases. I thought it would be perfect for Patrick, even if it were a little cheesy.
I parked in the Woody�s parking lot as we agreed. I read an US magazine article about J-Lo�s wedding. Marc Anthony isn�t that cute, so I�m not understanding where the attraction is.
Anyway, 12:30 is approaching fast and Patrick is not there. I�m getting nervous now.
12:30 comes. No sign of him. 12:35. 12:40. 12:45, he finally shows up. I roll down my window and ask, �Would you like to eat someplace in Soulard instead of the Macaroni Grill?�
He said, �Sure, but there�s one hang up��
�What�s that?� I asked.
�I have no money. I�m broke..� Well, I didn�t know what to say. Color me flabbergasted!
I�m a little confused as to why he couldn�t just call me and say, �Hey, Missy. Something came up and I don�t have the money to go out..� Which could�ve given me a chance to decide if I wanted to pay, or not.
So, right there, I felt somewhat uncomfortable. I tried to squelch that down and I said, �I got money. Let�s go�. So he followed me back to my complex and parked his car.
�I got something for you..� I said as he opened the door. �What did you get me?� He asked. I pointed to the floorboard of the passenger side, where the bag with Ms. Wonderful was.
He oohed and aahed over here for a minute.
We took off for Soulard, which is a historic district here in St. Louis. Well, our plans got squashed in Soulard because no restaurant McGurk�s or Tucker�s was open until 4:00. It was only 1 p.m. now.
We decided to hit the riverfront. I had already decided that I was paying for parking because there was no way I was walking a long distance in those sandals, especially if I had the choice to pay. So, we paid $5.00 to park close. I think we were about 100 feet from the car to front door of Skeeter�s.
Skeeter�s is a fine establishment serving steak, seafood and pasta. It was good.
We had a good conversation. Patrick was very complimentary, telling me he felt I was a classy lady and complimenting me on my nails, etc.
After we ate, he asked what I wanted to do. I honestly didn�t want to do anything that cost more money, since I�m between paydays myself.
�How about Bee Tree Park?� He asked. He told me it was off Telegraph, and that they had a Maritime Museum there. My god it was hot out. I had my ac on full blast the entire time we were driving. I did a lot of driving that day.
When we walked from the car to the museum, I was sweating buckets. The museum itself was air conditioned and had some very interesting artifacts from various steamboats that had been on the Mississippi River at some time or another. It was neat.
Well, at this time, I wanted the date to be over. So, I left the park, drove him back to his car, gave him a hug, and left.
I needed time to digest what had happened on the date.
So, I went up to get gas and took my time driving back to my house. When I got back home, I called Rene� and asked him if he wanted to go out to dinner. I meant, not right then, but later. He was up for it.
So he came over and we headed out to the mall. I told him about the date and he agreed with me that the money thing was a little �off-putting�. I mean, I understand when a person is low on funds, but the timing couldn�t have been worse.
A woman has to wonder if it�s a one-time thing, or if he�s always tight on money. If so, some adjustments have to be made on my part, that�s all.
Anyway, I had to return a top to one of the stores, and he wanted to purchase some new sunglasses. So I made my return, then we headed down to the Sunglass Hut. Rene� purchased a pair of Oakley�s for $100.00. I about died.
Then we headed over to Famous Barr and found some of those Orgins Peace of Mind gumballs and Rene� bought me a huge box of them. Then we headed over to men�s and found Rene� two pairs of Docker�s pants � off and then a Nautica shirt.
We went home and Rene� changed into his swimming trunks and took Jackie and Dax swimming. I sat outside and talked to Romy about the date with Patrick.
Right now, I do not feel a spark with Patrick. We may be good friends and that�s about it. We�ll at least date a little bit.
I think the issue with the money at the beginning of the date tainted my experience with him. Plus, it was a lunch date, and those are a little weird anyway.
We�ll see.
Rene� took me and Jackie out to the Outback Steakhouse last night. Me and him shared a prime rib. Jackie had the kid�s ribs.
The night ended with Rene� going home and me sitting outside talking to Romy.
It was a good weekend, but it was over too soon.
11:44 am - June 14, 2004
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