Small update.

I talked to my happy doctor yesterday, and the conclusion is that my mood is a reasonable reaction to the events in my life, and not backsliding into depression.

So yay. I think.

However, last night I was told that my other grandmother’s health has taken a turn for the worse. I haven’t gotten much in the way of details, but it does seem serious. So that’s not so good.

Plus?

I have to go to the dentist this morning and get a filling replaced.

Happy Wednesday!

Feel free to share dental horror stories here, to make me feel better about my own trials and tribulations. Winner gets one of the cookies I made Monday.*

*You have to come to my house to pick up the cookie.

ADDENDUM the First:
Back from the dentist. If not for the fact that half of my entire freaking head is number from the damned Novicane (I think the dentist really likes Novicane entirely too much), it wasn’t too bad.

Except for the fact I can’t actually eat lunch now, because I can’t feel my mouth, and don’t need to get food and drool all over myself.