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So. Not much to say, here, really. Despite my earlier enthusiasm, I'm now up to 'Scared' on my Terror Alert scale, in regard to my looming dental adventure, tomorrow. But I have to go, now. 

Thankfully, my friend - the lovely Ines - brought me in to work a baggie filled with 800 mg. ibuprofen - she looked like a dealer, hehehhe. Good thing, too, 'cos this shit HURTS. My body decided to do it's monthly Housecleaning of Horror - so, yay; cramps! 

Speaking of which, friends come in the oddest ways. The one grrl that I've butted heads with from day one and I have been forced together more and more at work (there's so few of us, now) - but it's been a good thing. Last night, we had to band together and clean up something rarely seen outside of horror movies and war zones - an (at LEAST) four-foot ocean of blood and clots - on the bed..under the bed..all over the table/chair/wall, blah blah blah. Yes. It took us over half an hour with the spill kit and all our garb - and was No Fun. You don't want to know. But at the end of the night, she put a star up on the bulletin board for me - so I put one up for her, dryly dubbing us, 'Clot Buddies' - Heh. 

Yep. Going to Hell. But GodDAMN, I'm tough.