Friday October 14 2016


Waking up at 8 a.m., obviously earlier than usual for me. But I’ve got a dentist appointment in Richmond.

Granola Bar, Banana, and Coffee.

Ana and I drive to Richmond, a smooth ride with no traffic to speak of.

Ashley, my dentist, is a fourth year at the VCU Dentistry now. We take a few x-rays and she gives my teeth a cleaning. We make plans to deal with a sensitivity I’ve been having where she last did a restoration. Also, I need to seriously consider getting my bottom molars removed. Ugh.

It’s about 12:30 p.m. Ana picks me up just outside. Unfortunately, she had a terrible experience while waiting for me and she managed to jam her right thumb when closing the car door. It’s majorly bruised under her nail and she’s in so much pain it’s making her cry. I feel so bad. She explains she was making sure she remembered to not lock the keys inside the car so when she went to slam the door shut she reached her arm back to stop it and BAM! Last night I iterated to her how important it was to be careful about the keys so I feel like it’s my fault – maybe if I hadn’t of said anything it wouldn’t have happened.

At Harrison Street Café we get her a bag of ice to put on it. She’s not hungry anymore. But I am.

Egg, Cheese, Spinach, and Onion Burrito.

A trip to Richmond isn’t complete without visiting Diversity Thrift. Finding a few useful items: a water boiler for the store, a mini dry erase board, and candles.

Discovering Sugar Shack is closed for renovations. I’ve got a craving for donuts so we seek out another coffee shop called Lamplighter. Enjoying a huge Cinnamon Roll and Tea.

Back on the road to Virginia Beach. Even with sleepy eyes and dealing with rush hour traffic we arrive home safely.

Teaching one make-up lesson at the store.

Then, off to the Rec to get some exercise in on the basketball courts.

Back home. I brought Thai food from Bangkok Garden for us: Stir-fry Vegetables in Garlic Sauce and Rice. Ana really wanted curry vegetables. Later on, I wrap up her finger as best I can and give her some generic Vicodin. She’s got a grateful face on.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” she says.

I explain how it really bothers me when people close to me are in pain. “I just hate it. Even Elvis having to deal with all these fleas – I can’t ever feel at ease.”

Chamomile Tea.

Sleep 2 a.m.

[i] Images by me.

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