I am awarding myself a gold star

OK, I am that kind of person: after going to the dentist, and having a crown removed and a temporary fitted, I went to the gym. On the other hand, with the lidocaine still affecting me, it wouldn't have been a good time for a nice dessert.

That's not why I get the gold star: it's that this was after two other medical appointments this week (eye doctor and dermatologist) and a bad dream last night that I had trouble putting out of my mind during the day. An anxiety/insecurity sort of thing, not fleeing from physical threat, and I am not going to describe it here because writing things helps me remember them and I don't want to remember this. Awake, I know it's ridiculous, but dreams try to create memories, and that takes a little while to get past, for me.

( cut for dental details and boring gym numbers )