A Painful Quest.

I'm a procrastinator. What can I say?

For about two months now, I've had the mission of going and finding an Oral Surgeon who could remove my wisdom teeth. Yup. All four of them. Ouch. Well, due to my overly busy schedule, I haven't even had a second to reflect on my mission!! ....naw, I've had time. I've had lots of time. I just didn't feel like taking that time to look. Maybe its just the idea of all the pain and anguish what kept me from sincerely looking for a surgeon. Anyway, I got out of my class at fifteen 'til eleven and I didn't have work until two. Due to rising gas prices I didn't want to drive all way home, so that day was suddenly the perfect time to go and look!

Anyway, I always knew I was bad with directions, but I had no idea it was this bad.

I must have gone to four different dentist offices and some of them were all the way across town! Golly! I really need to work on my directions, either that or becoming better acquainted with the computer maps. But I don't like them. Not really. I looked up a place once and the little marker pin was right in the middle of a street! I was like, there is no way a such-and-such is right in the middle of busy intersection. Ungh. Yeah, I'm more of a 'Tell me every detail of how to get there and be sure to include landmarks' kind of girl. That's how I do directions. I plot everything from something familiar like the road I work on or the highway that I've know since childhood. Stuff like that.

New-Town isn't that bad, really. It's just a matter of knowing what you're looking for. Obviously. It isn't too hard to become familiar with. New-Town hasn't given me too much trouble when I'm trying to find some-place. Thursday was pretty bad though. I drove around for two hours looking and stopping at all these random places asking for directions. I stopped at an Antique Shop (which was really cool, I might add. I might have to take a trip to go back and look at it more thoroughly) and at a Dairy Queen. Needless to say neither of these places gave me good directions and I ended up circling the town a few times. I even stopped at a small lemonade stand...

I was like lemonade! I love lemonade! Not to mention that there would, more than likely, be a helpful mother keeping watch who could help me with directions. Besides, Sheldon was cooking me alive and I needed something sweet and cold. It was perfect! So I pulled over into the parking lot across the way and walked over to the stand surrounded by half a dozen girls. "She's coming over!" I heard one of them squeal as I walked over.

They were really nice. They must have been about six or seven years old. They said they were just bored when I asked what they were using the money for, actually I think they wanted to donate it to the animal shelter. Figures. Who wouldn't want to donate to the cute furry animals? So for two quarters and a little help, I was hydrated again and had a place in my head of where to go. The mother was very helpful! She knew exactly what she was talking about!

Anyway, through many vain attempts I finally found an oral surgeon who could help. And guess what!?!? The location of the surgeon was just off the road where I work. I drive by it all the time! I've seen it before and even thought about going in to check it out, but for some reason it completely left me! Shucks! What is wrong with my memory?

So yeah, in the middle of August I'm going to get all four of my wisdom teeth pulled out. If I'm lucky I'll be able to get that day off and the following day. Only two. Ungh. It's going to be horrible!