I recemented the tooth myself with some stuff that I bought from the drug store. It said to wait two hours before eating. I waited three. As it had when the dentist put it in, it was too high. I was completely unable to eat. I could not chew well with that one tooth and the opposite and there was a gap between the rest of my teeth, so I popped off the crown with a fork, which was altogether too easy.
I had put in more filler than I thought that I needed, but none of it squeezed out. I thought that I would scrape it and the original cement out and hopefully it would fit better, but I have been afraid that the remaining tooth shifted, as it did before I received the crown.
The cement on the sides is coming off with some effort and a Harbor Freight pick, but I feel like I am not making any progress with the cement on the top.
It might just be that there was so much of it and of course I keep wondering why there was so much of a gap.
The Harbor Freight pick seems completely ineffective against the original cement.
I saw six whole clients this week, which is a pretty bad week.
Oh great. My supervisor rejected the note for the same client twice. The first time was because she felt offended by me writing the client "was not very cooperative." She usually writes "I had to..." I am sure she feels that she absolutely needed to, but when she made me change "high rate of speed" to "high rate of speech" it seems like she is making me change things because she can. Saying "I had to" comes across more like "I had to buy those shoes!" or "I had to eat the cheesecake!"
The mom of two regularly-scheduled clients canceled. I specifically talked to the families of five other clients trying to do a make-up today, without any luck.
I only saw two clients last week and zero the week before. Eight hours in three weeks is atrocious!
When I came home I parked in the garage so I could reattach my bumper again. I stopped at a client's house on Tuesday to get a signature. Guests park on gravel, which had a nice layer of snow. I kept almost getting stuck and I guess that I had enough snow build up inside my bumper that it broke my repair.
Mom or my brother put the weed whacker in the wrong place. When I tried to close the garage door it hit the weed wacker and bent the carriage again. I bent it back, but it still wouldn't close. I realized the entire garage door was at an angle and some of the rollers were popping out of the track and out of the door. All of this was also bending the track. I kept trying to fix the rollers just to keep my body's weight in metal from crashing down on my head. After moving the garage door up and down a few times and repeatedly fixing the rollers I realized that there is a spool of cable on the left side that is tangled. I am positive that is what is keeping the door from closing completely and also making it crooked, but the second time that I tried to fix one of the rollers everything shifted, and one of the braces bent.
I just do not think that we can bend the braces back properly. The only way that is considered safe to adjust the cable is with the door down, but I cannot close the door without fixing the cable. With the bent brace I just did not feel that it was safe to continue working on it, so I finally taped up a tarp like Mom had been telling me for hours.
I had thought that if I backed my car into the garage I would make it difficult for people to climb over things, and I could sit in the car and make sure that nobody wandered in.
If I stay up all night I will be useless tomorrow, but if we get robbed...
We will see how long it takes just to get someone to come out and look at it.
I only had six progress reports left to write and I spent six hours trying to fix the garage door!
By the way, one of the clients that I saw today peed on me.