We needed to see two teeth doctors yesterday: the wisdom teeth remover and the braces tightener.
Wisdom teeth guy – same one that created the cavern in my tender little mouth.
Braces guy – we had Christmas Dinner with his family.
Anyway, to do so meant that we had to drive and hour and a half to another state.
My fuel light was on. I work next door to the gas station so I ran over there to fill up.
The fucking gas station was closed. CLOSED, I tell you.
It is the only gas station within a 15 mile radius.
People passing through were stranded in our small community because they couldn’t risk venturing towards another town without ending up gasless on the side of the road.
I spent the next hour calling all of our friends trying to find someone with a gas can in their garage with enough fuel in it to get me to the next stop.
Found someone, sent E over there in his car (which wouldn’t make it to New Mexico) to get the gas and pour it into my truck and we left.
20 minutes later, I let out a huge sigh of relief and discovered that there are still pumps in this area that do not take credit cards – it’s a prepay place.
This is about when I started mumbling “Is nothing simple?” and threatening to charge LC, the owner of our station, for my time and stress…and gas.
Doctor #1, after looking at E and telling us that his teeth need to come out, looked at mine to see why I am still in agony. Apparently I now have an infection (this is post dry socket.)
So he cleaned it out and gave me a prescription.
Pharmacies in New Mexico don’t take Colorado Insurance.
Is nothing simple????
So back to Colorado and home, drop off the kids.
Next stop, pharmacy, 21 miles in the opposite direction from whence I had just come. So, combining the drive and the time it takes to put pills in a bottle, I managed to lose another two hours of my precious time, during which I had a total blood sugar crash which led me to standing in the middle of the produce section of the grocery store inhaling Reese’s Peanut Butter cups and gulping down a protein shake.
I got back to my town and went into work to do some cooking and realized that I had forgotten the cookbook that contains the recipe for the cake that I was going to bake.
Try Googling Mancos LDS Relief Society Cookbook – yeah, it doesn’t show up anywhere.
So I went home. Took a lortab and called it a day.
And to answer my own question…
No, nothing is simple when you live in the middle of fucking nowhere.
Let me qualify that…
Life itself is very simple here. It’s when one has to interact with the outside world that things become really complicated.