Sunday, June 14, 2009

Low Humidity

I love summer days with low humidity. These kind of days make me incredibly happy to be alive.

And another reason to get rid of humidity is to get rid of the saying, "It's not the heat, it's the humidity." You can't live in DC and not hear that every time you mention how hot is it. No, I don't care how humid free 114 is, it's still hot. However, I did gain a new appreciation for that comment when I went to Miami in July. I really couldn't grasp how 85 degrees could be so amazingly unpleasant. Apparently, it's not the heat, it's the humidity; which, by the way, you wear like a hot wooly sweater.

But today nobody will utter those words. It's a perfect day. 72 degrees, sunny and humid free.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Tu Recuerdo

Ah, Ricky Martin. I could listen to him in English or Spanish. Of course, I only understand like three words when I listen in Spanish, but lately Tu Recuerdo speaks to me and having read the translation, I now know why.

If you feel like dancing, listen to Déjate Llevar. It will move you.

I was a closet Ricky Martin fan, but it's time to come out of the closet — the world be damned.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Why am I so Special?

Or why am I not normal? Today I went to the dentist. I don't mind the dentist, usually. I needed a crown on one of my molars, the tooth had a fracture. OK, I do what I have to do. I tell the dentist that sometimes the local anesthetic doesn't work on me. I vaguely remember it not working when I went in for my root canal over 10 years ago. I think it's a vague memory because I have blocked it all out, and with good reason.

Well, it all came back today in full force. After 5 shots, I was still not numb. Each time that drill hit my tooth I felt an electric pulse run through my entire body. Man, that's unpleasant. I couldn't stop the tears even though I felt bad for the dentist. It was not his intent to cause pain. We had to finish since half my tooth was drilled and there was no going back now. With one more shot, the tooth was numb and the dentist was able to finish the job. But he was surprised by how hard it was for me to get numb. How unusual, he said. Why is it that I am unusual and not in a good way?

For example, I once had the worse case of strep that my doctor had ever seen. She called in the nurses so they could see it and learn from it. Nothing like being a sick person on display.

I'm apparently a medical anomaly. My dentist is going to do some research on why the anesthetic didn't take today. I read a little bit on the net and learned that 1 in 100 people are wired differently on the lower jaw, traditional numbing techniques don't work. While the anesthetic numbs the lips and the tongue, it does not numb the tooth. There's apparently two techniques that most dentists don't learn that you use on these special people.

Why am I medically special? While it seems to cause me undue suffering, it does seem to serve as a learning tool for others. Yay?