No vodka for 10 days
We needed the money.
First, though, we had to get a 5:30 pickup for work this morning. I did my shower, but not my God Time. I was too tired. Still am.
Always, always, tired. I think that's the thing I hate most about my medication. I get up from sleeping 12 hours and feel like I could sleep another 12. At least the depression crawled off.
We got to work and I did some stocking before our repairman arrived. He showed up. In my mind, he always wears a superhero cape. He came in and disassembled the coin acceptance unit, found the dime, and reassembled it. Then he filled it up, and filled the change bank as well. He tested it with bills, and coins. It worked. Thank God. I watched people use it after he left and it continued to work.
We talked about the coffee machine. We need to get some valves because the water at work is corrosive to the plastic, and degrades them. Then they leak and my machine shuts down when the waste bucket fills up. Apparently, we will need to buy a new set of valves every year or so, and they aren't cheap.
We don't make any money on the coffee machine, let me tell you.
We finished up and went to the dentist. We arrived early. Ron decided he didn't want to brush his teeth, so he didn't. Poor dentist. Poor dental assistant.
I sat in my usual chair nearby as they gave Ron the bad news, another broken tooth. They could pull it, or they could do a root canal. It was a "chewing" tooth (molar) so I said I guess we will do the root canal.
But their computer system was down and they couldn't give us a quote. They had to use an employee's cell phone to call corporate and get a quote. $355 for the root canal, not counting "build-up" or the crown. I went ahead and paid it.
Ron paid me back. They went ahead and did it. Generally, I try not to look when they are doing dental things but I was stuck in the same room because Ron likes having me there. I generally only get uncomfortable when they are drilling. They drilled out all his old fillings and got out some kind of wires. They dipped the wires in some kind of stuff and then stuck them in his tooth. It was interesting, in an "I'm glad this isn't happening to me" sort of way.
They finished up and sent us off with a prescription for an antibiotic. I took Ron to Walmart and we turned it in. We looked around. I decided to get some no-frizz shampoo and "serum". I also got Ron some wet wipes for his hands (he likes them when we eat out) and a few other things.
Then we sat and looked (I did) at the condom display. I figured out, if you want to get laid at Walmart, the cheapest you can go is about $2.50 for 3 condoms. Or you can buy a large package of 36 for about $15, so about 35 cents each. Not bad.
I decided, if you're going to be sexually active, and use condoms, you are a lot better off getting the big pack if you are "active". If you are not "active", perhaps the 3 pack would be a better choice.
I know a lot of married Christian women who use condoms. There is some debate in Christian circles about birth control. What is a proper method to prevent pregnancy? There's always surgery. That's what Ron did and it worked. IUD's and the pill prevent the fertilized egg from implanting, so, some feel, you are basically "killing" the baby if you do that. I don't have an opinion on the subject. If Ron died, I would have sterilization surgery to make sure any man understood there would be no children. So, we are left with barrier methods, condoms, and diaphraghms. Oh, screw you, spell check. It's close enough. The last methods keep the egg and the sperm from meeting, so no fertilized egg. It's easy to see why a lot of women prefer condoms in that case.
Of course you have to get your husband on board. Ron was not impressed with condoms when he was "playing".
It was easier for him, he felt, to get sterilized.
The prescription was ready. We paid up. It was $4 for a 10 day course, 3 pills a day.
The doctor wanted to talk to us. I pushed him over there and immediately asked if he could drink while taking it. No, she said.
Well, there's that. Ron wasn't happy but he needs this to prevent blood poisoning. He grumbled a lot as we left.
We went to McDonald's. He wanted chicken nuggets, and I wanted a chicken sandwich. As it turns out, the sandwich wasn't the best idea: when I took my meds later I got pretty queasy. We shared a diet soda and he commented how nice it was not to have the sensitivity anymore.
I just hope he stops breaking his teeth. He only has so many, he's got to run out sooner or later.