Yesterday I went to the dentist's office to get a second opinion on a broken tooth.
I had broken off a chunk of it in the middle of dinner one night severaly weeks back, and the day immediately after I went to my usual dentist to ask him what it was and what could be done about it. He explained that the tooth beneath the filling I had there was rotting away and that if I wanted to save the tooth I would need to have a root canal. It was rotting beneath the filling because whomever had done the filling did not get all of the decay out of it before he sealed it up so it's basically been a time bomb for the past 10 or so years. Anyway... so the dentist said that he could not do anything in office about it and that he would have to send me out to an oral surgeon. The oral surgery would likely cost around $3000 and then I could gladly come back to the same dentist and have a crown done for a meager $900.
I am a poor library assistant and unable to fork out that kind of money, so I thanked him for looking at my tooth and went on my merry way. I wanted a second opinion.
After waiting 6 weeks for my dental insurance to finally kick in (I have officially worked 1 year at the library!), I went to a second dentist yesterday who said that the tooth was so badly damaged that it was hardly worth saving at this point and the best thing to do would to be extraction and then putting in a bridge. After I informed him of what the other dentist had told me, he looked very surprised and asked why they would have to refer me to an oral surgeon. I couldn't answer and just shrugged. I decided to go ahead with the extraction. With a liberal dose of mouth-numbing-chemical, he ripped the tooth from my jaw and told me to let it heal over the course of a month before returning for bridges or implants.
I took sick leave from work yesterday because I was completely useless speech-wise, and while waiting out the effects of the drugs I watched two movies... one of which I will featured today as 'theatrical tuesday' instead of 'theatrical thursday' because honestly, I haven't read anything this week! What a bad library assistant I am! :(
I am very sore today, and thankful I was prescribed pain pills as well as antibiotics. I am going to live on a diet of applesauce, yogurt, mashed potatoes, and various other soft foods for the next two weeks.
Today, I am going to ramble on about .......
(IMDB)
Critics have already raved over this movie for very good reasons, but segments of this film honestly really irritated me.
Nevertheless, I encourage you all to watch it simply because of what it proposes about death, abut memory, and about alternate realities. This isn't one of those cheesy 'if I only had one day to live' films (although you get a little bit of that cheese towards the end.)
The most irritating thing for me was that the main character was so obsessed with figuring out what happened to himself first (EVEN AFTER Goodwin explained all would be explained to him if he would please help them stop the bomber and they were running out of time) - and then once he figured out (AFTER it was explained to him that if he didn't help, hundreds of people would die) he decided to play the goody-two-shoes Mr. Hero and wish with all his heart for the chance to save everybody on the train. I just think he's a little hypocritical. Perhaps it would not have been as long or compelling, and it was interesting to see that even after death that this character had unfinished business in the remaining functioning part of his psyche.... but some of it wasn't as well played out as I wanted it to be.The movie is fun and the concepts are interesting to muse over for a moment (even if some of the quantum physics theory will go over some people's heads, and despite the cover, it is not an action flick. It is a sci-fi psych drama.
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