In which Daniel is settled and I visit the dentist

He's officially settled. He is now happily spazzing around the house, eating, sleeping, chatting and all the other things happy cats do. He doesn't hide under the beds as much as he did. I took the time to finally read his medical records (very slim pickings indeed) and discovered that he's 1.5 years old. He's small and slim and probably won't grow any larger than he is now. I'm sure if he's anything like Molly he will grow a bit wider. M has taken to calling him the "poop monster" because he has some seriously loose bowels. I spoke with his foster parents and they said that he's always been like that. Tomorrow he'll be going to the vet for his booster shots so I'll talk to them about it.

I went to the dentist today and you know what? It wasn't half bad. I have really bad teeth. I think I had a total of five cavities, they filled two today. Usually I'm the most anxious patient you've ever met, but these guys use Nitrous to gas...erm I mean sedate you so that you're not wigging out. That stuff ROCKS. I can see how people wind up being addicted to it. It was like a vacation from all my racing thoughts. Everything sloooooowed down. I was capable of processing one coherent thought per every 30 seconds. I just chilled and drowsed and let the dentist do his thing. The funniest part was that there was music playing, but I could never identify what it was. I was playing this guessing game with myself and then I'd ask the dental assistant what was playing, she'd tell me, and it wouldn't be ANYTHING like what I thought it was. For me, this is unheard of. M likes to play "Stump Sasha" by trying to find songs that he thinks I won't be able to recognize and he considers it a success if it takes me over 30 seconds to identify something. I giggled quite a lot.

Anyway, now that the anesthetic is wearing off, I'm in a bit of pain so I'm going to find some ibuprofen and stare at the walls some. Ta!

-S