Dear diary,
I’m an idiot. I guess by intelligence standards, I figure my understanding and social strength is still at the teenager level. Everything else is learned👎.
So yesterday the free dental said that I should get my tooth extracted. His opinion was that a new filling and a cap wasn’t gonna help.
So I panicked and got pissed. I called my daddy and he said that his dentist would try to save the tooth with a cap.
So my appointment would be next Tuesday or Friday and Saturday for any openings because they have only one dental chair open while under construction 🚧!
I told my daddy last night that God is punishing for having a potty mouth. I also briefly told him over a phone call that today was his changed dental appointment from next Monday due to construction.
But he doesn’t hear me or absorb that new information. So when the hygienist called him up he looked confused and wouldn’t stand up.
I accompanied him and filled out my paperwork as a new patient. Before they went in, the hygienist said that the dentist might refer me to the endodonist in the hopes of saving my tooth. But she told us that if they can’t save it the. It will be extracted.
So that’ll be all for now.
Dad ate lunch by himself and was confused because he prepared lunch for two. And he forces himself to eat the extra when his brain should know better and store the leftovers for next time. I attended a demo for cutting food and had a chance to speak with Eric.
So that’s what I’m dealing with at the home front. I emailed my workload to the cross trainer. I’m learning stuff here.
Sincerely,
Flynn B wants to quit the other singing gig. I know I have anxiety every time I attend Monday nights. It’s old age, I guess.
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