I really am like a machine. I woke up this morning at 8, so that I could make it to the courthouse by 10:30 for Day 6 of my jury duty. I had a dentist appointment, which I had made a month in advance, for 4:00pm. Since court doesn’t dismiss until 4:30, I wasn’t sure if I’d make it until one of the jurors started dozing off during counsel cross-examination. <\/p>\n
“Juror #5, are you feeling alright?” the Judge interrupted. <\/p>\n
“Sorry, I’m just a little tired,” he said apologetically.
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\nAnd just like that, the Judge dismissed us half an hour early, which meant I could still make my appointment. I dreaded this day. In thirty years, I had never had an issue with my wisdom teeth. Strangely, I wasn’t as nervous as I thought I would be, sitting in that chair, watching as the doctor shoved various implements into my mouth. Before I knew it, my problematic upper right wisdom tooth was finally gone. <\/p>\n
A few hours following my tooth extraction, I went to CrossFit at 8:30. No strenuous activity<\/em> the post-care instructions read. We did a 30 minute WOD of hang squat cleans, dips, box jumps and weighted plank holds. “You’re not gonna like this,” Coach Blake said in response to discovering I had my tooth removed, “but you’re not allowed to lift heavy.” Cruz never concedes. <\/p>\n After a long day, I went home a sweaty mess to a much-needed reward for being the machine that I am: Chocolate cookie dough ice cream. <\/p>\n I really am like a machine. I woke up this morning at 8, so that I could make it to the courthouse by 10:30 for Day 6 of my jury duty. I had a dentist appointment, which I had made a month in advance, for 4:00pm. Since court doesn’t dismiss until 4:30, I wasn’t sure […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[32,9],"tags":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2EMGA-F6","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/memoirsofthedamned.com\/ramblings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2548"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/memoirsofthedamned.com\/ramblings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/memoirsofthedamned.com\/ramblings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/memoirsofthedamned.com\/ramblings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/memoirsofthedamned.com\/ramblings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2548"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/memoirsofthedamned.com\/ramblings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2548\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3238,"href":"https:\/\/memoirsofthedamned.com\/ramblings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2548\/revisions\/3238"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/memoirsofthedamned.com\/ramblings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2548"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/memoirsofthedamned.com\/ramblings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2548"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/memoirsofthedamned.com\/ramblings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2548"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}