I could actually proofread copy
I could find mistakes and correct them. Now, I type as best I can, do all the corrections I see, and then notice a huge spelling mistake.
My skills are slipping.
Someday I'll tell you of my role as a bag man......and it is not what you think.
I had a dental appointment today. Impressions and measurements were made for my soon to be installed implant. I don't know, do you install them? Insert them? Affix them?
At one point today my mouth was full of some gel like substance for an impression.
I had a mini panic attack.
My mind was racing: What if he made a mistake and grabbed glue? What if my mouth can't open again? What if I choke to death in the chair?
I got a little panicky...it was the longest three minutes of my highly paranoid life.
Anyway.....tired. Going to bed.
Sweet dreams and......
Peace and Love.
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