I wrote out some resolutions for the year. Nothing crazy.
1. Spend 20 minutes a day studying Hungarian.
2. Run at least 3 times a week (even if I am slow).
3. Eat better.
4. Start backpacking (this spring).
5. Spend less time at the office.
Well, I am writing this from my desk at the office on a Sunday, while eating peppermint bark, my run tomorrow and probably for the week is postponed due to an emergency oral surgery first thing in the morning and Magyar nagyon nehéz. Aki tudta?
So all in all it’s going better than 2020, I guess?
I have to admit, the oral surgery thing was a nice surprise. I went from scared that I had gotten Covid again, to mad that I must have been careless if I had gotten sick and it wasn’t Covid, to relieved that all my mask wearing, social hermitting, and hand washing weren’t in vain, they are just useless when a 20 year old root canal decides it wants to take you out. Although, I am not looking forward to having my jaw scooped out.
That’s what they said, that they would make a little window on the side of my jaw to “scoop out” the infection and now all I can think of is my oral surgeon using a tiny little ice cream scoop to clean out my jaw while I writhe around the chair in agony. And who decided that oral surgery is something you should be awake for? There are some things that you shouldn’t have to know about and the feeling of someone scooping out your jaw with a tiny ice cream scoop is one of them.
Okay, I don’t really have an end to this post, which is one of the things that has keep me from posting my posts this past year so I’m just going to stop typing.