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Kio

Into every vacation a little emergency dentistry must fall - that's what my mama taught me.  I was snarfing down a square of superdark chocolate (one of my few dietary indulgences for this vacation) when something went CLACK in my mouth, and the crown of my 5-year-old implant popped out.  I saved it, jammed it back in, found a dentist on the internet, and got a friend to drive me there, all in half an hour.  I could have driven myself, but with an unseated implant and visions of pain for the rest of the week in my head, I didn't trust myself to remember to stay on the left side of the road.

The dentist was awesome.  They were able to take me immediately, and when I got there I went straight in.  The dentist had two assistants, and they were all super friendly, and took great care of me.  The implant was back in and cemented on in minutes, painlessly, and the dentist explained everything step by step.  The total cost was less than I'd pay for a cleaning at my regular dentist's office in the States.

The crown came out at 3:30 and was back in by 4pm, so it was just a tiny blip in an overall beautiful, relaxing day.  I spent a little too much time in the sun and got a little toasted around the edges, but also played a lot with my friends' kids (and reaffirmed my choice not to have my own - omg so tired!).  We're all about to pile into cars and head back to the local seafood place for dinner.  I'm thinking possibly the garlic shrimp, this time. :)

(Also - sorry for the double post last time, that was a bit weird!)

Kio

Day 2 on the beach - or rather, 1.5, since we only had a few hours of beach time on arrival day.  Still, we got in the water, so it counts.  Today I've spent probably 4 hours in the water already, and it's just 3 o'clock.  I may be all watered out for the rest of the day, but if an after dinner swim time happens, I'll probably be down for it.

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There was a lovely view from the restaurant where we had dinner, and where I was restrained - grilled red snapper and steamed veggies, all lovely.

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Plus, I made a new friend! 

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And now, it's just about time for a nap.  Vacation should be for ALWAYS.

Kio

Day 2 on the beach - or rather, 1.5, since we only had a few hours of beach time on arrival day.  Still, we got in the water, so it counts.  Today I've spent probably 4 hours in the water already, and it's just 3 o'clock.  I may be all watered out for the rest of the day, but if an after dinner swim time happens, I'll probably be down for it.

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There was a lovely view from the restaurant where we had dinner, and where I was restrained - grilled red snapper and steamed veggies, all lovely.

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Plus, I made a new friend! 

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And now, it's just about time for a nap.  Vacation should be for ALWAYS.

Kio

Vacation eve

My laundry is done, my bags are packed, my teeth are brushed, and my bed is waiting.  There's a fluffy little bunny of a cat waiting in it for me.  Xander is 17 and the single creature I love most in life, and it's breaking my heart to leave him for a week.  But he's healthy (if mouthy), and we have a housesitter/petsitter who will be staying in the house for the week, and everything should be fine.  I'm just going to miss the hell out of this cat. Here he is in all his adorable glory, preventing me from working with his menacing glare.

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I'm finding it super hard to go to sleep - I never sleep well before I travel.  Tomorrow is just a train ride to NYC, then a night hanging out with friends before we fly out on Saturday.  I'm already dreading about a billion things, but really looking forward to the pool and the beach.  My list of doom includes:

  1. Walking miles of airport on bad knees and feet
  2. ...while carrying a heavy laptop backpack and pulling a roller suitcase
  3. Fitting into an airplane seat (and worrying about whether my seatbelt extender, which I stole from United a couple of years ago, will work on a different brand of plane, so I don't have to ask for one (and be embarrassed (again))
  4. Will I end up sitting next to someone who's grossed out by fat people?
  5. Will tomorrow night's bed situation be comfortable?  Unlikely, unless it's changed from the last time I stayed there.
  6. Will the week's bed situation be comfortable? 

One of the things I hate the most about being fat is being so eternally preoccupied with my own comfort.  Almost everything IS uncomfortable for me, and almost nobody but me and my dearest friends actually cares.  I'm always wondering how much pain I'll be in after any given activity.  3 hours on a plane is no different.  But hey - at least it's going to be bracketing days and days on a lovely white beach with blue water and days and days of absolutely NOTHING to bother my pretty little head about. :) 

August 28 (surgery day) can't come soon enough for me.  

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