October 19
After my email plea for you to tell me your tooth stories, I was unprepared for how really BAD all of your teeth are. Man! I've never heard of "Dry Socket" before, and no shit, the idea makes me want to absolutely vomit. A blood clot IN YOUR MOUTH? No, thanks. Anyhow. I decided to ignore the dentist, yet again, and keep my wisdom teeth where they are. If the day comes that they're really bad (I mean, what could happen? They've been there for at least 15 years, and if they haven't moved yet, I'm thinking they're going to stay put. I went back and had the wisdom tooth cavity filled, had a chipped bottom tooth bonded and was on my merry way.
Question, though. It always takes a very long time for my mouth to get numb. 5 shots of novocaine is pretty much average, and often I'll need as many as 6 or 7, FOR ONE FILLING. That's not the question. The question is, do any of you experience, well, tingling, after the injection? Tingling in your legs and OTHER PLACES CONNECTED TO YOUR LEGS? No? Well, me either. No, seriously. Quit looking at me that way.
*Note: I just realized that unless you're on my fun mailing list, you have no idea why I'm talking about my teeth. Serves you right.
I've been writing and writing this entry in my head but it doesn't seem to be transferring to the screen at all. I'm not sure why. I've been in a weird mood lately. Quiet, sad, dissapointed by just about everyone. I mean, have you ever wanted someone to know something is bothering you without you having to say it aloud? And have you ever known that maybe they DO know, but that maybe your feelings aren't important enough and every time you try to say what you want to say, you find that perhaps you're being a little, say, sensitive about everything, and you feel stupid but deep inside you just can't shake the niggly feeling that you've been, maybe not replaced, but reassigned?
And then, when this shit keeps you up at night with your heart in your mouth, you again think that there's just the whisper of a possibility that you're being melodramatic as hell, but you know that it's not in your nature to drama queen things up, and it all boils down to maybe people aren't as nice to you or as thoughtful or as giving as you are to them. And that hurts, doesn't it? And it makes you think that maybe you should put just the same amount in as you're getting back. It makes you think that perhaps you running away forever would be the best thing EVER and that one day, you'll maybe run into a person who's done you wrong on the street of your new home and they'll try and talk to you and you can just go ahead and ignore them, because they don't much deserve the easing of their guilty conscience by your forgiveness or approval.
Ugh, pass me a tissue. Now do you see why I haven't updated?
Since I've been in such a pecular mood lately, I've been noticing something in my building that really, really pisses me off. It's something that's always pissed me off, but lately, it's absolutely infuriating, and when it happens, I actually have to turn and look away from the person. I hate when people take elevators either up or down--especially down--one flight.
This might not be an offense punishble by me wanting to punch the person in the back of the head if the elevators in the building weren't excruciatingly slow. You being too lazy to walk down a flight of stairs, to me, is enough of a crime to have your elevator rights revoked for a week. WALK THE FUCKING FLIGHT OF STAIRS. It will not kill you. I PROMISE, it won't. Of course, if you are juggling a cart filled with drosophila, then you're exempt from this rule. If you are a lazy sack of shit, YOU ARE NOT. Ok?
Fucking people.
I seriously need a vacation, or some lithium or something. Forgive me, in advance, if there's another long break between entries.
the other day - home - email - soon