Greetings children and other sorts of creatures.I write you from the confines of my room (as per usual until late August) to update those of you who care enough to read my page (though your reasons may be to see what I might confess). Well, I do have something to confess and I believe that tonight is the night to do it.
Something's been brewing since late February and I think it's time that I tell you, faithful reader, how I took care of it this weekend once and for all.
The severity of the situation came to my attention while I was in Toronto over Frucon weekend and though I tried to cover up the pain, it was evident to a few close friends only.
The problem only got worse throughout the coming months. I'd talk to my friends about it so as to get some advice. I'd never been through anything like this and though most of my friends are young, I thought that they might have some words of wisdom. Dave was always comforting and telling me that I didn't have anything to really worry about; things would be okay. But still I wanted to get something done about it because it was giving me headaches.
Then May came around and so did June and the situation only seemed to get worse. I saw that several people had written in their diaries entries that seemed to be related to what I was going through. I decided to call someone and set up an appointment for a consultation.
I decided to call a professional, too, because when you need something done like this you want someone who knows what they're doing...not somebody who just came out of college and is still wet behind the ears when it comes to their practice. I was really nervous about what would happen and all.
But then I went to the dentist and got the wisdom tooth removed with the help of laughing gas and 5 shots of novocaine on Saturday. To celebrate the successful venture, I went bowling with my brother and sister in law and then slept in their guest room.
I wasn't in that much pain and I'm still not. I'm learning how helpful Advil can be and I'm trying to make some sort of schedule to take the anti-biotics. Twice today I bit down on food on the side of the removal. I hate that I can't wear my tooth guard to bed until next week (or Saturday when the stitches are removed) but I'd rather get a treatable headache than tear the craftwork in the back of my mouth. On the brighter side, I can't bite my fingers until this whole ordeal is finished. Did you know that I have a small jaw and that the rest of my wisdom teeth will grow into the sides of my cheeks because there's no room and it's fighting bone? Well...now you do and you're much better off knowing this tidbit about me.
Today my car went back into the shop because of a faulty contact light that makes the oil light go on whenever I hit the brakes or slow down. Plus, the oil leak is still there and that pisses me off. Luckily, the previous repairs of the CV joints was a success as was the tune-up, oil change and replacement of the air filter (containing the dead mouse).
I've come to the realization that I need to become a better and more creative person. I've ordered two books off Amazon.com and bought 3 more at Barnes & Noble yesterday when David, Marisa and I went to the Palisades.
Some people binge on drugs, food or clothes when they get depressed.
Me? I buy books (as seen while and after breaking up with Dave; Joe College, Barrel Fever, On the Road). I also bought more Bath and Body Works stuff last week and didn't tell you about it. Nyeh.
All the more to *eventually* update you with.
