queer and loathing

Since I moved to DC I’ve had a few goals lined up for myself:

• Go back to school.
• Get rid of acne.
• For goodness sake, go to the fucking dentist.

With the acne out of the way, thanks to that miracle known as isotretinoin (Accutane,) I’ve moved on to the other two items on my list. I’ve been reading about different schools the last week or so and intend to start back up in Fall, maybe Summer if it all works out. I know it’s time I grow up and get over it and just go back and finish my undergrad up. Even just taking a few credits at a time, it’ll just take a couple of years. I may as well work towards it than sit around and wonder why I’m not, right?

I just called and got an appointment to see a real live dentist. This will be my first dental appointment since getting my wisdom teeth yanked in ‘03. Even back then, I was told I probably needed a root canal and perhaps had the beginnings of periodontitis. Of course, I’ve brushed like motherfucker since then but I know it couldn’t have improved much (if at all) without a professional. The fear of the expense (no insurance) stopped me for a long time and the general embarrassment of admitting it’s been 10 years since I’ve even had a cleaning has made me wait even longer. I realize now I can’t wait much longer and avoiding finding out for sure how bad it is isn’t making it better. Sigh.

Every 6 months from now on. I promise.