Procrastination

I've always been a procrastinator.

I was the girl in college who stayed up all night to finish that 12 page paper that she had a month to work on.

I'm the girl who rolls into the gas station on fumes praying that the red line below that E letter is just a warning and doesn't in fact mean I'm empty.

And I'm the girl who will put off cleaning until my house is practically begging me to clean it.

Procrastination is not a good thing, I have learned this time and time again. But for everytime I've learned that procrastination is bad there are at least three instances where my procrastination wasn't so bad.

Like earning an A on the paper I put off until the last minute. Or making it to the gas station on empty every single time and never needing to call for help.

But this time, my procrastination has caught up with me.

You see, this summer while eating a roll part of one of my molars chipped off. CHIPPED OFF. I thought this was weird and was very concerned for about a day.

I was mostly concerned with the fact that i couldn't find the chipped tooth and realized I had eaten my tooth. Which freaked me out. After that I was concerned that my tooth just chipped for no reason.

And then I forgot about it. I didn't think it was that big of a deal and I seemed to be doing fine.

Then one day out of the blue I decided to go to the dentist. At this point it had been five months since my tooth chipped so I guess in my mind I figured it was time to go.

I really don't know how or why my mind works the way it does. It is one of the great mysteries of life.

I called the dental office and told them I needed a filling. Apparently I think it's ok to tell the dentist what needs to be done with my mouth.

So I arrived at the dentist, the sweet hygienist looked in my mouth, saw the chipped molar and then numbed the entire left side of my mouth.

There are few things in life worse than a numb mouth. A collapsed lung, and contractions for 24 hours. Other than that NOTHING compares to how awful a numbed mouth feels.

I sat there all laid back in my chair, kicking my feet merrily away waiting for the dentist to come fill my tooth and get this over with. I had told the hygienist I was cold so she gave me a warmed blanket so I was quite comfy and cozy despite the annoying feeling of a numbed mouth. I was planning what I would eat for lunch once the numbness went away when the dentist came to me with x-rays in hand.

This was the moment he decided to tell me that he could not fill my tooth because I needed a root canal and crown. There was nothing he could do that day.

Ok great, whatever, NOW PLEASE UN-NUMB MY MOUTH.

He referred me to a root canal person.

I then waited another 2 weeks to call the root canal person. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

I made an appointment with the root canal man and then that's when it happened. My tooth began throbbing. THROBBING.

Tis the week of Thanksgiving and my tooth is causing me so much pain I can't even chew on that side of my mouth.

And I can blame it all on procrastination.

I'm ok with procrastination causing me to get a bad grade, or causing me to run out of gas calling my husband during a meeting for help but I am NOT ok with my procrastination causing me to not fully enjoy the beauty that is turkey, dressing, cheese potatoes and pumpkin rolls. NOT ok.

I may have learned my lesson about procrastinating.

Just ask me later.