I have lousy teeth. There have been so many times in the past when I would talk to my mother about yet another trip to the dentist, and she would say "I'm so sorry, honey - I swear that I drank milk while you were in the womb." Didn't make a difference to my thin enamel.
So the majority of my teeth now have crowns. Alas - after a few decades, they sometimes need to be replaced. Almost a year ago this happened. My dentist - who is very conservative and won't do anything unless absolutely necessary - was wavering. He didn't know if after taking off the old crown and reshaping what was left of the tooth if there was enough to hold onto a crown, or if a root canal and post was necessary. We had two options. One - go ahead and put on the crown, and if a root canal was needed later get it done (which would have to go through the crown). Two - do a preemptive strike and get the root canal, then the crown. We chose neither - he put on a temporary crown, and rather than the usual putting the new one on in a couple of weeks, he decided to leave the temporary one on for a few months to see if it would hold. 6 months later - it's doing fine. I'm ready for the new one, because a temporary doesn't fit quite as well, needs careful cleaning, and can be a bit sensitive.
We set a date in April. He gets called out of town, and we reset for June. About a week before - the damned tooth starts hurting, badly. Oh, crap - I'm thinking it needs a root canal. I go in for my appointment. He looks at it, looks at the X-rays, and thinks it could be just a slight shift and now I'm biting too hard on it and it's getting inflamed. So he files it down, and we set an appointment for 3 weeks hence after the irritation has time to heal.
Less than a week before the appointment - a completely different tooth starts to hurt. Badly. Throbbing. Ice packs to the side of the jaw. I go to the appointment - he checks it out, and, sure enough - this one is going to need the root canal. Thing is - he can't go ahead and crown the other tooth, because my bite will be affected by the infected tooth.
So I had the root canal yesterday, and that needs to heal for a week or so, and *then* maybe I can get the damned permanent crown in.
Sigh. Then there's the phone. I wrote about needed (well, wanting) a new one). Ordered it, it came in, and needs to be charged. There is only one cord in the box, with the mini-usb plug on both ends. I looked through the stash of wall plugs and find one with the mini outlet. Let it charge overnight - and nothing happened. No charge.
Online chat with the company. That's not a charging cord - it's for transferring information from the old phone to the new one. Guess what? Phones no longer come with a charging cord - it needs to be bought separately . Would have been nice if they had mentioned that when I ordered it (I was told that's it's standard now for phones not to include the charging cord). My old phone had a different plug so I couldn't use that. I didn't have anything in my miscellaneous cord stash that would fit. Fortunately my laptop charge cord did, and I got the phone charged.
Then came the Transfer of Information from the old phone to the new one, for which I couldn't use the included cord because the plug didn't fit my old phone. I had to do a wireless transfer, which kept bombing out and had to be restarted and took several hours. When it was done, I could surf the web and play music and do almost everything on the new phone - except talk and text. That could only be done on the old phone. So it took a few more hours and three online chats, two of whom didn't know what to do (one of whom said to turn it off, turn it back on, and he would call me back in 30 minutes, after which he apparently went home) and the third one suggested "turn the old phone off" which worked.
This is why I resist getting new stuff.
Meanwhile, the puppet. I was going to work on him Friday. I still had the pattern for the dragon puppet, which was the right size and proportion and just needed some modification, so I printed that out. I had forgotten that the pattern was badly drawn, missing things like labels and match marks, and not designed to fit properly on standard paper. So it printed out with bits and unmarked pieces and took far far longer to piece together than it should have (as compared to the exquisite engineering of the bird skull pattern).
Saturday I was invited to an SCA "arts and crafts day" and I really wanted to hang out with the nerds. I at least took the fleece that I was going to use for the mane and got those locks separated out. By then the tooth was really hurting.
Sunday was the Battle of the Phone.
Monday I worked at the museum; by the time I got home I was in a lot of pain. I need to make quite a bit of handmade felt for the body (which will take for-bloody-ever but I like the look) but that is done by making a sandwich of wool and bubble wrap, rolled around a pool noodle, and vigorously rolled. With that throbbing pain I wasn't going to do anything vigorous.
Tuesday I went to the dentist and ran some errands. I was able to make one sheet of felt in the afternoon but I sort of regretted it. Wednesday (yesterday) I had the root canal - with the subsequent recoverypain. Today I worked at the museum again, and went grocery shopping. I was hurting a lot this morning, but fortunately that is improving and I got one more piece of felt done this afternoon (I think I need at least 9 pieces, at about 45 minutes per piece)
Long story short (which these days seems to be called Tl;dr - for too long, didn't read) not a lot of work has been done on the griffin.
I'll see what tomorrow brings.
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