A Simple Way To Go Faster Than Light That Does Not Work

I dreamt about dental work. Turns out I needed those fillings after all, and the dentist, a woman I didn't recognize from waking life, injected Novocain into my chest or abdomen. We were both under the impression that this would render me unconscious. When all that occurred was a vague tingle in my mouth, we both became very agitated and confused.

After I woke up I realized that she should have called my real-life dentist, who knew that I only respond to very strong painkillers (and I guess only when orally injected as well), and continued to feel upset. Then I realized that it was just a dream, and then I was so, so happy. The end.

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I may be going to Origins this year. Some nonzero fraction of the three of us definitely is, at least.

The snow kept the Andys away through Sunday, so this has been a really slacky weekend for me. Got into gear Sunday evening and am riding that into today, brum brum. Expect to see Space Station Assault become scrutable this week. It is a cool game and people should play it, gosh darn it... but I am well aware that, as currently presented, it's not very approachable to those who don't know the rules already.

Also, if you haven't seen Fluxx in the last few days, go check it out. I've been responding to feedback, and I think the game's sexier now than it was a week ago. I'm going to go ping the Looneys about it very soon, though I may hold off until I can coincide that communication with other stuff.

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Feeling braver lately. Had one conversation late Saturday that was exactly the sort of conversation I hate having, involving questions that, once asked, make me want to barf. But of course all is better for its having happened. Much like barfing.

And the day before that, I was in Harvard Square and feeling a rush of wot de hell paid a visit to the university medical center's dental office. I nearly wept with gratitude upon learning that I can continue to avail myself of their services; I really love Dr. Joo and the other tooth-techs there. I don't have insurance any more, but the checkup fee I was quoted was basically the same as the last dentist bill I had to pay myself, some 10 years ago in Brewer, Maine. How about that!

So, Feb. 28 I will learn how well 15 months of flossing and fluoride rinsing's been paying off. Better stated as: I will learn if the two unresolved cavities have healed themselves (our optimistic goal), need to be filled anyway (dammit), or spiraled out of control and necessitate horrible blood-gushing surgery (unlikely).

Next is getting around to having a rest-of-body checkup, coz it's been a couple of years already... meh. Maybe wait until I see what happens with the company. If it turns out I need emergency same-day kidney detorsion or whatever, I may as well put it the triggering checkup off until I'll have insurance, from one source or another, ho ho.

Clean bill from the dentist. As clean a bill as I could get without more X-rays, anyway; my unfilled cavities are all hidden from peeking and poking, deep down between my back teeth. But things apparently look good enough all around that nobody felt any need to attend to them just yet.

Was told that I grind my teeth, and was shown the surfaces that I've flattened over the years. It's weird... nobody mentioned this last time, including the dentist. (I saw only a technician today, though clearly a very experienced one.) But the sheared-off tips of my canines is apparently undeniable evidence to this activity. I'm supposed to pay attention to it over the next few months. (And if I don't catch myself doing it, that means I am probably doing it in my sleep, and get to stuff things in my mouth before going to bed. Joy...)

He didn't explicitly say it, but I get the feeling that kynn just messaged me from the middle of his root canal just so I'd note it here.