Is this gonna be forEVER?!?

As I'm quickly approaching the first quarter century mile mark, Ive recently been finding myself experiencing very "7-year-old" feelings.  Firstly, last Thursday I had my first dentist appointment in 2 and a half years! EEk! I know- really terrible, but Ive been off of insurance for that long, and it wasn't until I started working that I finally earned my own health and dental insurance plans (And I have to say that is the thing that makes me feel most adult in my life right now).  So I went in for one of my allowed bi-annual cleanings only to find that I had a small cavity! AAAAhhhhh!! In truth its not that bad, but as I was sitting there in the chair, having my lips stretched to epic proportions, I couldn't help but feel like an adolescent who has been eating too much candy, hasn't been brushing her teeth, and will walk out with tooth brushes for the next year and a special dental sticker! (In honesty, none of those were true - I haven't been eating TOO much candy - just the right amount;) - I brush my teeth twice daily, for an extended period of time [I wear out tooth brushes like its nobody's business] - and the only thing I walked out of the office with was an appointment for 6 months time and $50 less in my bank account).  The cavity, as I was told, was quite small and was able to be fixed just then during the appointment.  But who gets cavities past the age of 10??? I found myself quite anxious about the drilling and Novocaine and all that comes with it.  Lest I forget the fact that by the end I was major-droopy-face and felt like the left side of my head was at least 3 times the right.  It was a very 7 year old experience.

As a side note, it was a funny juxtaposition with the "gum-test" that they start doing when you get old enough (which I was), to test your gum health seeing how far from your teeth the gums separate.  A slightly painful test, but I came out earning good remarks.

As if my little cavity wasn't enough to make me feel oh so young again, this weekend I ended up getting quite sick.  I didn't do anything out of the ordinary that would have made me susceptible to sickness, but I guess "tis the season."  At first it started with fatigue over Shabbos, and what better time to rest than on the sanctioned day of rest.  And rest I did - from Friday evening Until Saturday night, I banked at least 17 hours (some were on the couch but those totally count - they are sometimes the best!).  Then on Sunday morning i was feeling a little lackluster and slightly ill with a heavy cold coming on, but I made it to an alumni volleyball practice at my old high school with the current varsity team (although I was one of only 2 alumni who showed up).  I plowed through and surprisingly played pretty decently, but by the end I was feeling feeling very much like death's cousin - really sick.  It probably wasn't safe that I drove home in the condition that I was in, but as soon as I was safely in the house, I immediately curled up on the couch (yes, same as before with the napping) - still in volleyball garb - knee-pads included, although minus socks and shoes - draped a blanket over myself and quickly called for my "Mommy."  Thank Gd I'm living at home, because I would not have wanted to feel that way without having someone to take care of me.

I was prepped with a cold wash cloth over my eyes, a rubbing on my back, a tucking in with the blanket and a fresh bottle of water.  I wasn't quite asleep for the whole time, but I managed to stay quite stationary for another 4 hours.  When I finally got up, after having bouts of cold sweats and hot shivers, I had my temperature taken for the first time in YEARS and lo and behold, I had a 101.5 fever! I literally have not had a fever in at least 16 years, and this too made me feel once more like a little girl.  For the past memorable years of my life, any time I would get sick, I would sometimes feel like I had feverish symptoms, but I wouldn't actually get a fever.  It was something I wouldn't have believed if I didn't see it on the thermometer (Thank Gd it was taken orally and not from the other end as used to be the case when I was little - ew). When you've gotten to the point of independence in your life (other than the fact that you may actually be living at home...) its an awfully strange feeling to suddenly feel so dependent on help from others.  Its also a good reminder to be appreciative that there are people in my life who will help me, even though I had resorted back to childlike instincts with basic and needy needs.

And on that note, I wanted to leave you with what would have been the following:
Comedian Daniel Tosh hosts a comedy Central show called Tosh.0 which is fantastic.  Hes adorable and an across the board offender/comedian.  In each show he has what is called a "web redemption" where he shows viral videos where someone has "failed" or made a complete fool of themselves.  He then Flies them out to LA where he meets with them, and gives them an opportunity to redeem themselves.  Its usually quite funny and in one episode he redeems "David After Dentist" which happens to be a favorite video of mine.  In his preamble before the redemption he does a little "bit" on going to the dentist and its really funny - unfortunately I can't seem to find it on the internet, so you'll have to take my word for it.  I will provide you with the link to the video David After Dentist (which likely you will have already seen) so that at least you can enjoy that, and from there, fish around on your own.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txqiwrbYGrs

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