I had more dental surgery scheduled to move to Stage Two on this tooth that cracked in half in June and had to be removed just before we moved in July. I wanted to stick with the dental team that started the surgery program, so we were hitting the road early for 2+ hours on the road.
I got dropped off for surgery, the Long-Suffering-Wife went off to visit her favorite salong team. I got done, she was still being beautified, so I got an Uber to meet her there.
When I got there I went to sit in the car, tried to turn it on to open the windows, and:
A two-hour wait for AAA, expecting to get Hissy towed to our old Honda dealership, which happened to be only two blocks away. Instead the AAA driver jump started the car and we drove it over to the Honda dealer, not trusting it for a 4-hour (rush hour traffic) drive home.
Another hour at the dealer, then just under four hours in traffic to get back home.
Today was Friday? I’m so confused, exhausted, and I had my jaw numbed, stabbed, sliced, and sewn, then had to deal with the car shit.
I might sleep in late tomorrow. I think it’s Saturday and that will be okay.
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