Another Day in the Jungle
June 28, 2007
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Today started as a sick day..then the sun came out and I got off my ass and did some shit...it was a
beautiful day, I may go so far as to say. I even went and bought a stove and put it in ..it looks lovely
in the new home and makes the kitchen look much more kitchen-like. I would like a few more days like
today..a breezy, sunny, Spring-ish day. I opened the new house wide open and me, the house and
The Mutts revelled in it. Then I went to the dentist.
This fucking molar has been like the bad seed for years and I finally decided to have it yanked,
burned, shot, hacked into bits, and thrown off a cliff. About an hour after I left the office, it felt like all
that had been done to me. The dentist gal was in the fight of her life against that tooth, and for about
what seemed an hour or two, I thought the tooth was gonna win it. My beard kept getting involved in
the fray, which added greatly to my consternation and pain. I finally grabbed it and pulled it out of the
way as much as possible, since it was hardly able to defend itself in the melee. She somehow got an
edge on that tooth from hell and played it to her ultimate advantage, producing it's bloody self, all
three great roots of it for my inspection. I had to be sure it was the same one I'd been fighting with for
so long myself, and that I finally had it where I wanted it..out of my mouth.
Satisfied it was Dante's evil demon molar, I had her wrap it up ..to go. I would make sure it was
disposed of properly.
When the anesthetic started wearing off, I knew I was in for a bad time of it. I hustled over to Mark's
house and bummed a couple of his pain pills..went home..took em..waited..nothing. I went back to the
dentist and got a prescription for some good shit..which is now dulling things nicely enough to look
back on the experience with good humor, along with a bit of anxiety about the duration of the pain
medicine's effectiveness. I can't quite remember having pain like that..except maybe when I had six
broken ribs, or maybe my two twisted vertebrae...or when they put ice-cold alcohol on me with a 105.6
temp..anyhow...it was right up there in the pain scale.
beautiful day, I may go so far as to say. I even went and bought a stove and put it in ..it looks lovely
in the new home and makes the kitchen look much more kitchen-like. I would like a few more days like
today..a breezy, sunny, Spring-ish day. I opened the new house wide open and me, the house and
The Mutts revelled in it. Then I went to the dentist.
This fucking molar has been like the bad seed for years and I finally decided to have it yanked,
burned, shot, hacked into bits, and thrown off a cliff. About an hour after I left the office, it felt like all
that had been done to me. The dentist gal was in the fight of her life against that tooth, and for about
what seemed an hour or two, I thought the tooth was gonna win it. My beard kept getting involved in
the fray, which added greatly to my consternation and pain. I finally grabbed it and pulled it out of the
way as much as possible, since it was hardly able to defend itself in the melee. She somehow got an
edge on that tooth from hell and played it to her ultimate advantage, producing it's bloody self, all
three great roots of it for my inspection. I had to be sure it was the same one I'd been fighting with for
so long myself, and that I finally had it where I wanted it..out of my mouth.
Satisfied it was Dante's evil demon molar, I had her wrap it up ..to go. I would make sure it was
disposed of properly.
When the anesthetic started wearing off, I knew I was in for a bad time of it. I hustled over to Mark's
house and bummed a couple of his pain pills..went home..took em..waited..nothing. I went back to the
dentist and got a prescription for some good shit..which is now dulling things nicely enough to look
back on the experience with good humor, along with a bit of anxiety about the duration of the pain
medicine's effectiveness. I can't quite remember having pain like that..except maybe when I had six
broken ribs, or maybe my two twisted vertebrae...or when they put ice-cold alcohol on me with a 105.6
temp..anyhow...it was right up there in the pain scale.
I went to Dominical this morning to do the telephone move request thing, but the guy that handles
that, and everything else it seems, was not there yet...I will try again tomorrow, but call first.
Hope you have a good Friday..hiding in your office, hiding at the water cooler, or just hiding any damn
place you like. It might be good to invest in one of those invisibility cloaks, like Harry Potter had. Nice
thing to have for the girls shower room...eh? nudge nudge..
tsd
that, and everything else it seems, was not there yet...I will try again tomorrow, but call first.
Hope you have a good Friday..hiding in your office, hiding at the water cooler, or just hiding any damn
place you like. It might be good to invest in one of those invisibility cloaks, like Harry Potter had. Nice
thing to have for the girls shower room...eh? nudge nudge..
tsd
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