A short summary of events:
1) Last Wednesday, had biannual tooth cleaning. While waiting to get a tooth pulled, with a huge cavity that was too late to fill so it was either root canal or pull. And I had maybe a dime-sized lump of pain for almost a month prior.
2) Thursday morning, wake up to a golf-ball-sized lump full of pain. Call dentist, get back in, get put on amoxicillan.
3) For the next five days, dutifully take amoxi; it does nothing, lump grows to half a tennis ball, I look like those cartoon grandmas, even breathing hurts.
4) During this time have cycling accident. I barely feel it because the pain in my jaw is that intense; my entire shin was drenched with blood and I gave not one whit as I was walking back to my work building (it happened after clocking out and leaving) to go clean it and ask someone for a gauze bandage or something when one of the security/EMT people spotted my bloody leg and was all <em>AW HELL NAH!</em> and brought me to the medical room to doctor me up while I filled out an injury report.
5) Yesterday I call dentist again; they put me on penicillin. In just a day and a half the lump is roughly the size of a quarter and it no longer hurts to just open or close my mouth fully.
6) But now I’m really noticing the pain in my knee from the cycling accident; grunting and straining with ache just standing up or sitting down, can’t walk without limping and wincing. Also, the penicillin is giving me splitting headaches so I can barely bike to/from work with any effort, have to go slow or else the exertion will make my head pound like a jackhammer. It’s always somethin’.
I’ve flown past that back gate to/from work probably over 200 times by now over the past year and a half, it was inevitable that some day I’d clip it, like my back tire getting caught and just about throwing me over. If only someone caught it on camera, I bet that’d’ve gone viral!!
Jaw still swollen and painful with abscess (hurts to talk, hurts to chew, hurts to breathe), visited another dentist for a different kind of anti-biotic once my current batch runs out along with another supply of norcos, had my first accident on my trike last night and scraped the crap out of my left knee, don’t have inner tubes (I apparently bought a bunch of the wrong size last time so I ordered a batch of more and need to wait until they get here) so I have to walk to/from work today and possibly tomorrow too (because almost every time I “repair” an inner tube it goes flat again and I don’t know why, maybe I just suck) and I hope I didn’t bend the rim or anything; considering all this on top of all my other interrelated such-and-so’s (eg obesity, insomnia, foreveraloneliness, “probable asperger’s/autism”, born and raised in poverty and abuse…), it is as the Buddhists and many others (from cartoon and video game characters to my scholarly sister) say: life is a bitter ocean, life is sour, life is a burden, life just absolutely sucks.
>doing stuff on computer
>bowels yelling at me louder and louder
>tell them to STFU because I’m busy
>eventually can ignore no longer
>run to bathroom
>sit down, begin
>front door says knock-knock
>am helpless to do naught but shout, “Be there in a minute!”
>hurry to finish
>run to bedroom
>throw blanket over myself
>run to front door
>a package awaits
>take a few moments to breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out
>oh mein gott, where to start?! Continue reading “imperfect timing”
I spent 45 minutes on a lame joke, screwing around with over a dozen ‘animate’ settings, making watching the whole thing a trippy experience even if you have to mute it, if your taste is so terrible that you hate catchy dance-pop, ugh, plebeians… (Note for the overly-literal: that was sarcasm.)
• Guyed asks for “sauce” (in *chan-speak, that’s source, as in, “what’s the source of this thing?”)
• So I put sauce on his post.
• Note the guy is from nihon-land.
• Make him feel welcome with the song of his people.
(Not a self-help book, but for you more sciency and intellectual types, this should help you understand the mindset of more artistic and spiritual people. A brilliant [and if more people listen, potentially revolutionary] viewpoint and mental-structure that legitimizes emotion as just another type of thinking [of a “low-focus” form, whereas “high-focus” results in logic, math, abstractions, etc.] rather than the typical strict separation of thought and feeling prevalent among cognitive scientists and philosophers of mind.)
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