So this morning I awoke and got ready. Used this new stuff on my out of control curly hair (which is not of course the point of this story) And it did not really do wonders. I ate my breakfast. I felt fear and anxiety about my root canal. I got all my stuff gathered for my family system class and the doorbell upstairs rings. Then my landlady comes downstairs and hands me my wallet.
She says "Two Muslim women in those head scarves just threw this into the mail slot." O my WORD! I cannot express how grateful I was. It would have been a very very very bad day without my wallet. Losing my wallet and getting a root canal in one day would have made me really sad. I am quite sure I would have cried in frustration. Instead all day I felt like I was probably the luckiest person ever. I know it's cheesy but today I think God knew I would not have handled the loss of my identity and the attempt to get everything canceled very well.
I really wish I could thank them somehow. I am pondering writing on the side walk with chalk a thank you to see if they see it. It could be guerrilla art like. :) How lovely are they eh? I didn't even lose a thing.
In other news my family therapy class is going to be FANTASTIC! And I made it through the root canal. The guy that did it was so VERY kind and gentle. He knew I have some dentist fears. I have to go back for them to finish it up though in a week. Yuck. I learned listening to music on my ipod while they were drilling helped. Mental note: always take ipod to the dentist. I learned that fast loud music works best. You would think soothing music would be best, but no. It needs to be loud and energetic enough to distract you from the drilling noise.
OK so if you are tracking with me here, things that help are kind people who do random acts of kindness and taking your ipod to the dentist.
Anyone want to share what helps you at the dentist??? Or are you blocking those memories? :)