November 10th, 2011

  • kilaen

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I live in Connecticut. We got hit pretty hard by the storm, and were out of power for 8 days. We ran out of wood for the fireplace on the fourth day and went to a place that specifically cuts wood. They gave us a load of wood and some starter scraps. When the wood was delivered, nobody was home, but I wanted to start a fire. I put some of the wood in the fireplace and used some of the starter wood, which included a rather thin and light 2 by 4. I didn't ask questions: I just wanted to get warm.

About 30 minutes later, I realized that the 2 by 4 wasn't burning and was making a funny smell. I got a tool and took it out. Immediately I was flooded with awful, toxic smelling smoke, that made me feel dizzy. I dropped it and had to sit on the ground, that's how powerful it was. It was still smoldering, so I dumped it outside in the snow. Later, I went out to it when it was less hot, and I realized that I could peel off the wood looking part. It had something that looked like some sort of plastic on the inside.

I could've sworn wood cut places are supposed to sell wood.

Here is a picture of what I tried to burn, whatever it is. 

burningman hair

Bad USPS...

Since others were complaining about the USPS, I thought I'd throw in my two cents. It's a short one though.

Of 125 wedding invitations mailed:
7 went completely MIA (including those who were sent separately to different people at the same address as one that was received)
3 were returned undeliverable despite being addressed to LEGIT addresses that receive other mail

The 7 missing ones have never shown up anywhere.
All labels were computer printed. The post office confirmed that the invitations were 1-stamp weight.
Mikami tongue

Why my back molars are forever cursed.

Back when I was in high school, I worked in an ice cream shop. This meant that I got free, unlimited ice cream, and had some every shift...sometimes a lot of it. As a result, when I went to the dentist just before leaving for college, they told me I had four (4) cavities in my back bottom molars, facing each other on both sides. On this particular day, the regular dentist wasn't in, and the substitute offered to take care of it then and there. And so we did.

Six months later, while away at college, one of my white fillings COMES OUT while flossing. I can't just run home to see the dentist, even though the original one offered to fix it free of charge, so I seek out a local dentist.

Later, I'll find out that this woman has been sued for malpractice and a slew of other things, but at the time I didn't know this. She was just the only dentist close enough for me to get to. She was a terror, honestly; the type to not care she was hurting you and keeping your head tilted back even when you were gagging. She looked at my teeth and told me that the original dentist had never gotten all of the rot out of the cavities; she had to remove the fillings and do it all again. Afterward, I was in near-constant pain for about three weeks. And when she drilled out the cavities, she created a huge gap between two of my teeth that will forevermore be where food goes to die, and probably makes me susceptible to even MORE cavities.

A few years after I got the cavities filled, I noticed that one molar was turning grey while the other seemed to have a black spot near my filling. Every time I tried to bring these up at appointments, she wouldn't look at them and would just send me home.

By the time I was finally able to see a new dentist, those teeth were starting to hurt. He gave me xrays, looked at the teeth and told me that SHE had never gotten rid of all the rot either, and that if I waited much longer to get them fixed, I was going to need root canals. He took out the fillings again, drilled even deeper, and gave me silver fillings (that WON'T have a life span of a couple years, unlike white fillings).

Basically, tl; lousy dentist caused me to have to get the same procedure done three times.