Oh, meant to publish this on Tuesday night:
I learned from my boss that I have to work on my communication skills and body language. Unbelievable. I keep wondering what part of "I have Asperger's" he doesn't understand.
It means I have problems with communication. It means that my outside appearance doesn't always match what I'm feeling inside. I can be remembering what a great time I had on my favourite rollercoaster, and be all happy and excited, but I'd still look like I was bored silly. Not all of my emotions appear on my face.
Makes me wonder if I'd be any good at poker? :D
Thursday, 18 June 2009
Bye bye wisdom tooth
Well, I'm now officially only half as wise as I was on Wednesday night.
The nice dentist at the Dental Hospital in town took away my left wisdom tooth on Thursday morning. Seems that the work they did on it in April to try and straighten it (and let me keep it) was all for nought: it got infected and had to be removed.
They have to sedate me because I can't handle the frequency coming from their drill. Like a dog's reaction to a dog whistle. Horrible, nasty, ear shattering, brain melting noises from that thing. So to stop me having panic attacks in the chair, they knock me out before they turn it on.
I actually have no recollection of the tooth being removed at all. I remember sitting in the chair and him telling me what he was going to do...and then I woke up and went home :)
It's a little hinky to know that I've lost roughly an hour and a half of my life to something I can't remember, but it's much better than having them call in medics when I have a panic attack, hyperventilate and pass out in the chair!
The nice dentist at the Dental Hospital in town took away my left wisdom tooth on Thursday morning. Seems that the work they did on it in April to try and straighten it (and let me keep it) was all for nought: it got infected and had to be removed.
They have to sedate me because I can't handle the frequency coming from their drill. Like a dog's reaction to a dog whistle. Horrible, nasty, ear shattering, brain melting noises from that thing. So to stop me having panic attacks in the chair, they knock me out before they turn it on.
I actually have no recollection of the tooth being removed at all. I remember sitting in the chair and him telling me what he was going to do...and then I woke up and went home :)
It's a little hinky to know that I've lost roughly an hour and a half of my life to something I can't remember, but it's much better than having them call in medics when I have a panic attack, hyperventilate and pass out in the chair!
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