Get The Pliers Part 2

The fact remains that I fear for the collective soul of the human species. The evil we inflict on one another is heartbreaking and deeply upsetting. Selfishness and greed seem to often win out over compassion and a desire to aid those in need. 

The world, in more ways than I care to describe, is a dark and ugly place. It leaks malice from almost every pore. 

With that said.....

And so it is the day after the dentist had a grand old time digging around my mouth. Truthfully, it was not all that bad. Well, as good as can be expected really. The only pain I felt during the procedure was the administering of anesthesia. Beyond that? Pushing and pulling. Though you wouldn't know that from some of the unholy sounds that were made. I'll spare you further details.

I feel I should procure something nice for the dentist and his assistant for making the whole thing as easy going as possible. When I inquired as to whether it'd be cool if I listened to some tunes on my headphones throughout, he encouraged me to do so.

Dream Theater is the new soundtrack to dental surgery.

For those of you wondering, the recovery goes well and I should be back to chewing on babies in no time at all. I'm thinking a prime rib roast ought to be the first item on the menu.

Until then, I thank my roomie, the awesome sauce gal that she is, for procuring for me a healthy supply of goods not requiring use of my teeth. And to my dear friend who showed up today with a gift basket of puddings, jello and the like, thank you. You, like so many others I've come to know round these parts, rock.

And then there are the events and people who remind me why I have a healthy hatred for people in general.

To the individual who deemed it acceptable to hurl a large, full bag of garbage at the vehicle being driven by a pregnant mother and friend of mine.....

You are a failure. Not simply as a human being. A failure. A misconstruction of atoms. The epitome and blatant representation of dishonor. You are rotten to the very core of your being. I can only have faith that karma will act quickly and skull fuck you into oblivion, you miserable piece of shit.

Deep breath.

On the plus side, these painkillers are awesome!

......the fact remains.....

I am hopeful.

Get The Pliers

I'll never feel so alive.....

Medicated and in a fair bit of pain. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a lot of fun. Though I've heard it said that too much of a good thing can ruin it. Unless it's scotch we're talking about. In that case, I highly recommend increasing the dose.

Why do I find myself in this condition?

Well, my wisdom teeth have decided to do what wisdom teeth do. That is to say, cause misery. Fortunately (or unfortunately, it depends) they come out on Saturday. All of 'em. I'll be awake for the procedure. When I mention that last part, folk get this pained expression and usually utter something to the effect of "that's sucks" or "you're crazy".

I am crazy! That's nothing new.

This procedure needs doing. I'm gonna do it and deal with the aftermath while slurping my liquefied food out of a cup.

Speaking of food, the lead up to this was a little humorous.

Over the last few years, the aforementioned teeth have caused minor grief here and there that usually subsided within a few days. No big deal. This time, it felt different. However, me being the obstinate fool that I am resulted in a visit to the dentist being put off.

Yes, I know, I know, shut up and let me finish.

So there I was, sitting down to a fine bowl of caribou stew. As I endeavored to enjoy the meal, I was met with a smidgen of agony every time I chewed. Cue the defeated look.....

"That's it.......don't FUCK with my ability to enjoy food!"

Needless to say, I had an appointment within 25 minutes of this experience.

I've gotta be honest, the idea of looking like a chipmunk for a few days has some interesting merits. Think of how many small children I can freak out!

I'm simply hoping that a good single malt works well as a supplemental pain killer. Either that or I'd like to have someone on stand by with a mallet to knock my ass out every time I show even the slightest inkling towards waking up.

You want a job?

....as I do when your world falls apart!