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Hours until my doctor’s appointment.
Number of appointments I have today (I got a filling this morning without novacaine. Now I’m not sure why they ever administer novacaine in the first place.)
Days until my dad and I have our monthly date night to celebrate eating exactly what we want be it healthy or the opposite.
Number of new zits on my face.
Weeks left on this current birth control pack. Hopefully changing pills after talking to my doctor this afternoon because this pill causes my face to be like a mine field.
Number of times I’ve used that simile.
Days I had off in a row. Which seems a miracle with this job. They don’t seem to like giving out two days off in a row. They’d rather you come in every other day.
Cups of tea I’ve had today.
Days until I finally get my new Invisalign aligners and can start the new treatment plan sans attachments, praise allah.
Knees that have been bothering me. Why is there so much about my physical health in this post?
Time in the afternoon I’ll leave my house next weekend to head off to my apprenticeship orientation.
Recipes I plan on making for the orientation pot luck. I have to make something that contains at least one ingredient from the Solanaceae family. I’m making baba ghanoush with potato flat bread to accompany.
Days until the big announcement.
Number of days it takes to forget what it feels like to do something like work.
