A Fine Kick in the Teeth
Aug. 4th, 2005 08:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
orikesI just found out my roommate is moving out. From my landlord.
She stopped by to cool down before heading up to her apartment and we were chitchatting and she asked a question about whether Marnie knew any better what date she'd be moving out. I blinked at her a few times and the landlady grew a bit pale, "She hasn't told you yet?"
Nope.
I felt an immediate mix of conflicting emotions. First came delight that I wouldn't have to deal with any of her annoying idiosyncracies any longer. Then came guilt that I haven't been more patient with her or that we haven't gotten along better. Finally came fear about rent and money and a sundry of other financial concerns. That last little bit is the one lingering with me, nibbling at the back of my thoughts in concert with the pain from my recent dentist visit.*
In some ways, I'm not surprised. I know she hasn't been happy here. Being roommates really didn't improve our friendship or make us closer, and in fact probably made things more distant between us. I also know she's never really been happy living here in the city. I'm bothered that she hadn't told me yet, but I also can't say that surprises me. She was acting weird today, so she was probably trying to work up the courage for it. Blargh.
*Oh yeah, I got two teeth pulled today. Number 13 and number 15. I'd started having tooth pain a few weeks ago, so finally broke down and got a number for a clinic from my friend, Dr. Angela. Finally found a clinic that said they could help me. I qualified for their sliding scale grant by $1. This means I get exams, cleanings, xrays, fillings and extractions done for a $10 copay for the next three months. After that, I have to prove I got turned down for Medicaid.
So today, they yanked a tooth that had already had a rootcanal, but the crown had fallen off and then a tooth in the very back that had too much decay for just a filling. If I had better insurance, they probably could have done a rootcanal and put a crown on it, but .. feh. It was hurting, so it needed to be done. I've got a cleaning scheduled for September and some more cavities that need doing, but despite the current pain, I'm well on my way to having a healthier mouth.
A stray thought drifted through my head when I heard the dentist announce that they were pulling tooth number 13. I've always had a special relationship with that number, but I've never been sure if it's a relationship of luck or bad luck. I vaguely pondered whether this was going to nix my mojo for good or bad. Of course, things haven't really been wonderful the last few years, so maybe it was a good sign. But then again, things always can get worse. I guess I'll see.
She stopped by to cool down before heading up to her apartment and we were chitchatting and she asked a question about whether Marnie knew any better what date she'd be moving out. I blinked at her a few times and the landlady grew a bit pale, "She hasn't told you yet?"
Nope.
I felt an immediate mix of conflicting emotions. First came delight that I wouldn't have to deal with any of her annoying idiosyncracies any longer. Then came guilt that I haven't been more patient with her or that we haven't gotten along better. Finally came fear about rent and money and a sundry of other financial concerns. That last little bit is the one lingering with me, nibbling at the back of my thoughts in concert with the pain from my recent dentist visit.*
In some ways, I'm not surprised. I know she hasn't been happy here. Being roommates really didn't improve our friendship or make us closer, and in fact probably made things more distant between us. I also know she's never really been happy living here in the city. I'm bothered that she hadn't told me yet, but I also can't say that surprises me. She was acting weird today, so she was probably trying to work up the courage for it. Blargh.
*Oh yeah, I got two teeth pulled today. Number 13 and number 15. I'd started having tooth pain a few weeks ago, so finally broke down and got a number for a clinic from my friend, Dr. Angela. Finally found a clinic that said they could help me. I qualified for their sliding scale grant by $1. This means I get exams, cleanings, xrays, fillings and extractions done for a $10 copay for the next three months. After that, I have to prove I got turned down for Medicaid.
So today, they yanked a tooth that had already had a rootcanal, but the crown had fallen off and then a tooth in the very back that had too much decay for just a filling. If I had better insurance, they probably could have done a rootcanal and put a crown on it, but .. feh. It was hurting, so it needed to be done. I've got a cleaning scheduled for September and some more cavities that need doing, but despite the current pain, I'm well on my way to having a healthier mouth.
A stray thought drifted through my head when I heard the dentist announce that they were pulling tooth number 13. I've always had a special relationship with that number, but I've never been sure if it's a relationship of luck or bad luck. I vaguely pondered whether this was going to nix my mojo for good or bad. Of course, things haven't really been wonderful the last few years, so maybe it was a good sign. But then again, things always can get worse. I guess I'll see.