Low-grade frustration

I wish I posted more often, but my life is void of interest. I've been sick again (still am, but improving thanks to antibiotics), so I've done even less than usual. Minimal work to fics -- maybe I can cram some progress in tonight? -- and a whole lot of feeling miserable do not make for exciting posts, and one can only borry from Granny Weatherwax (I Aten't Dead) so many times.

Tomorrow: dentist appointment. Cleaning, and finally getting some worrisome spots looked at. I fail so hard at grownup-ing, lately, even on things I'm normally up to speed on! The single point of overlap between me and Lord Peter is a superstitious dread of tooth problems (and consequent eager recourse to dentists), so HOW have I let not one, but three potential problem areas develop?! *tries hard not to fret* Guess I'll know either way come tomorrow morning.

I feel kind of bad about going to the dentist when I'm still obviously not well, but I can't bear to drag out the waiting-to-see-if-the-news-is-bad. Hopefully I'm past the contagious stage? *winces for dentist's sake*

At any rate -- I'm alive, and my life is mostly deadly dull in between bouts of biological upset. :P