Thanks to everybody who has wished me well (and my former Latin professor ill). I'm all kinds of ecstatic that, first of all, I WON (who me? competitive? naw...), and secondly, and far more practically, that I get to keep both scholarship and stipend. *whew* I was not looking forward to getting part-time retail work while going to school.
So now I'm sure you're asking, Icewolf, what are you doing with your summer?
Finishing up an I in LAW 508, reading, stage managing King John
, and going to the dentist.
If you're interested in what the law class I took was all about (and it was absolutely facinating), the professor, Ken Pennington, has a facinating web page here
. Very tentatively, I am also going to Erice, Sicily
with him (and about ten other students) for an international legal history conference/meeting/whatever at the end of October. To that end I will be attempting to shine up my German and maybe even to integrate a little Italian. The best part is that if he doesn't have funding for you--and by funding I mean funding to pay for your airfare, room, board, and tuition--he doesn't invite you. And I've been invited. Or at least asked if I was interested. Nifty!
In less nifty news, yes, my dental drama continues. Two root canals in teeth 12 and 13 (start counting at your rearmost righthand molar and work your way around) yesterday, and I go to have temporary crowns put on them at 0830 today. Fun fun fun, let me tell you. Same surreal twirling and tugging as last time, but way more tenderness this time around once the local anesthetic wore off. If anything even mushily solid gets over there under those teeth and I happen to close my mouth, the pain is blinding. Thank heaven for ibuprofen. In better news, the crown fitting ought not to be the ordeal it was last week, because there's more of the teeth left here. Tooth 5, which was worked on last week, was broken, and part of the break was actually barely above the gum line. They almost gave up and referred me to the oral surgeon at one point. Back to bad news, when I get teeth 3 and 19 worked on in the next couple of weeks, they already know that there will be hardly anything left of them and I will definitely have to see the oral surgeon and he will do a procedure called crown lengthening in which he essentially cuts away some of the gum in order to expose more of the tooth so that they can build on it. Ewwie.
Part of me is so ashamed. I was a Crest kid. Seriously. I didn't have my first cavity until I was 21. I know it's not neglect, but acid damage from post-nasal illness, that's done this to my mouth, but it doesn't stop me from having nightmares in which people laugh and point at my now hideous smile. *sigh* I used to have such a pretty smile, and my vain self is very worried that I won't even want to open my mouth when all is said and done.
In slightly better news, my dentist is way cute and single and I have decided he needs a girlfriend. Any takers? He's real sweet, too. Came over to check on me yesterday while I was being worked on by the endodontist (root-canal specialist).
On that note, I should go rinse and brush before toddling off to said dentist. Toodles, all. And don't forget to floss!