Betrayed not only by my urinary tract and my kidneys, I can add my teeth to that list of back-stabbers. Last night was "date night" for me and my Aussie, our third official date since I moved here. (We need to work on that average, to start). I was very excited. I showered, shaved, (these things happen daily I promise) and I styled my hair (this happens not so much). I sprayed on a little perfume, applied the make-up and got ready to go see The Fighter. I know, I know, why get all dolled up to sit in the dark?? Not having a job tends to get me really excited about going out of the house in general. At least I looked good in the ticket line.
Anyway, my Aussie is getting the tickets and I'm in charge of snacks. So I grab a small popcorn and a mix of Skittles and Peanut M&Ms. There's a massive line but we manage to sneak in the theater before the previews were finished. We're about 15 minutes into the movie and it's a slow start but pretty good. I start into the popcorn and then pass it over to my Aussie. It's time for the sweets!! So I start with a few M&Ms and then I dig out about 10 Skittles and pop 'em in. Skittles are my #2 favorite movie candy and Peanut Butter M&Ms are my #1. I can never find the peanut butter ones here so I settle for the peanut kind. So I'm chewing away on the Skittles and they are awesome as usual. I'm about to reach for a few more when I suddenly chew on something that feels kind of like when you chew on sand (like when there is sand on your salad leaves at a restaurant from the cooks not washing the lettuce well enough). I just thought maybe it was a stale Skittle so I chew anyway and then swallow. And then my tongue brushes against my back molar and I audibly gasp. I just chewed and swallowed one of my fillings.
Needless to say I did not finish eating my movie candy. I can laugh about it today, but last night I did have a little freak out. I've been quite the medically challenged person since I moved here and it turns out you can't get insurance here unless you have a job. So my hospital bills (and now dental) are coming out of my pocket, or I should say my Aussie's pocket. Travel insurance probably would have been a good idea but who knew all this would happen and who knew that I wouldn't get a job right away because of my visa status.
My mom thinks that in a few months I will look back at this time and be able to laugh about it because there must be something really good in store for me in the near future. I like this thought. A lot. Right now though, I'm looking at my half eaten bag of Skittles and wondering if it's worth the risk to try to eat them again...
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