So I went to see my always happy, never stressed acupuncturist, Dr. Jiao, and he immediately looked at me and said my face didn’t look so “good.” I told him about my dental problems, how I’d basically given myself non-cavity cavities by clenching my teeth so hard that they cracked, and of course I also mentioned my dad’s great teeth, which led Dr. Jiao to mention that he went to a dentist once in 16 years (not 16 months, mind you) and his teeth, of course, like my dad’s, were perfect. No stress here.
It’s pathetic to admit (which I did not, to Dr. Jiao), that I used to even get stressed about acupuncture, because I hate needles. Because I have a thyroid problem, I have to get my blood tested regularly, which, I feel, is another one of God’s cosmic jokes (plus, this week I needed 7 tubes drawn). However, lately, the acupuncture has actually started to feel GOOD, so I’m better about enduring the (admittedly slight, but occasionally it can hurt) needle pain.
Yesterday, I laid there, trying to be all meditative and calm, but my mind kept getting involved in these pesky thoughts about whether I should blow a couple hundred dollars on that ridiculous mouth guard thing, the Night Guard, that all my Korean friends say should be part of the Korean “kit,” along with chopsticks, slippers etc., because, as one friend put it, “we tend to hold too much #)($* inside.”
After the session, I felt so great, if not a bit woozy, I went back to my office and promptly forgot what I was there to pick up and only came home with half the things I need to prepare for my class next week. Whatever.
Hubby and I did yoga, went to bed nicely. I had a great dream involving GEORGE CLOONEY (I also dreamed he was just my height, 5′ 4″) asking me out on a date.
My husband said to me, “Geez you were gnashing your teeth last night! It hurts my teeth just to hear it.”
I told him about the George Clooney dream, but then remembered that part where I had to tell Mr. Clooney I was married and couldn’t go out with him–I think that was what initiated the tooth gnashing.
Okay, okay. I’m going to get that Night Guard.
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