Feb 19 2022
Flamingo
It appears that the only reason I ever leave the County is to have expensive and painful dental procedures. The last time I ventured to Santa Rosa was for a root canal, and it’s debatable which was worse: the procedure or the shocking cost of the procedure, which I am still slowly and painfully paying off.
This time, it was to have my lower wisdom* teeth removed. The one on the right has been causing me all kinds of hell lately, and though I am very grateful for my sister’s ability to magically produce antibiotics and pain meds in the middle of the night, living on them is not a sustainable lifestyle, though I have certainly given it a serious try.
I refused to even contemplate such a horrifying procedure while conscious, so I had to go to an oral surgeon, and the closest one was in Santa Rosa. All the knock out appointments are in the morning, so I drove down the night before. If you have to worry about dental problems, why not do it in style? So off I went to the Flamingo, with its glamorous lobby:
It’s quite magical at night:
My room was lovely:
Here’s the seating area:
And the lovely bathroom:
I got Indian food delivered and watched a hockey game before going to sleep. I slept surprisingly well, considering the impending doom. All that glamor definitely helped.
*They should really be named Trouble Teeth or something that is more descriptive and more accurate. They should also hurry up and evolve into non-existence.
A YEAR AGO: File under miscellaneous.
FIVE YEARS AGO: Of rain, cats, and dogs.
TEN YEARS AGO: Rob finally got his permanent disability.
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO: A good deed. And a very good dog.
TWENTY YEARS AGO: My wonderful in-laws were visiting us in San Francisco. It was a great time.
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