Sunday, July 23, 2006

Full Of Sound And Fury...

...and , sadly, signifying zip, zero, nada, the great goose egg, pick your favorite euphemism. I still end up with a grand total of nothing.

I am within about five inches of the finale of the Great Shawl Experiment. So close, I can taste the victory. (and surprisingly, it tastes like chicken...) But those five inches are beyond this Sheep tonight. I've knit to the point of pain in my index finger (I knit continental) and have decided to give it a break. Perhaps tomorrow there will be an FO about which to blog. For tonight, though, I'm simply at a loss.

And this means that I can take some time to focus on an upcoming event that my ten loyal readers are probably awaiting with giddy anticipation: my dentist appointment. New readers can hit the archives for more detail, but the long and the short of it is that I have a hate/hate relationship with my dentist. This after having endured a root canal with ineffective pain killers, what may or may not have been a dislocated jaw and ten (count 'em ten) fillings over a a four month period. With each visit my dread of the dental chair grew and where else did a trembling Sheep have to vent except over them internets? My dental posts got rave reviews.

Of course, that was back when I only had three loyal readers. Standards may be different when one has an audience that has just edged into double digits.

At any rate, another installment in the ongoing saga of The Sheep and The Dentist is upcoming. Those of you who have issues with those torturers who roam amongst us may want to go read Cosmo or The Reader's Digest for a few days. If you happen to be a dentist, I'll just apologize in advance for what may or may not be disparaging comments about your profession. I'm sure that you are a nice dentist who is kind and gentle and doesn't make comments that begin with the words, "at your age." Please don't come to my house or anything. It's just the stress talkin'!

So, here's The Sheep signing off in order that she might tend to her aching digit and tweaking nerves. If you need me, I'll be flossing for the next hour or so...

SA

8 comments:

trek said...

Floss, Sheep, floss!
Good luck with the torturer, er, dentist.

Beth said...

Good luck! I like my dentist, but it's always at least a little scary to hear what he's going to say.

Sheila said...

It sounds as if you've gotten the worst of the dentist visits out of the way...but never-the-less good luck!
I somehow missed yesterday's post. The wrap is lovely! I think you did a fabulous job. She had better love it, and if not maybe you could hold one of those blog contests to see which of your ten readers wins it. I know I'd wear it with pride.

Tygher Knits said...

Ugh. Dentists. I can so sympathize. Though, I've managed to find a good dentist. Had to have serious dental work a couple years ago .. 7 teeth removed, including 4 broken wisdom teeth, and several of which were little more than roots. Then after that (sedated, thank the gods) I had a bunch of cavities. Now, dental appointments are easy. :)

Good luck though!

Veggies,Yarns & Tails said...

Yikes...more dental horror stories. If you have an hour or three, Ive got my share of these and then some..... Why is this such a scary experience for so many people???

Look forward to seeing your finished (almost there) shawl. Great to be at the finish line, you will be soon.

Huggs, G

Anonymous said...

Good Luck at the dentist. Mine is very nice but I always feel like he is trying to make extractions from my wallet...
Karen
http://nothingbutknit.blog-city.com/

The Purloined Letter said...

I do hope everything goes well. You don't say "Break a leg!" in these circumstances, do you?

Julie said...

I am waiting with great anticipation the next intstallments of The Sheep and The Dentist! Good Luck!

p.s. You do know that they only tell you that you need fillings and crowns so that they can get new cars, don't you?