Wednesday, February 23, 2011

and I say I don't like it, I know I don't want it...

There's no sound worse than the dentist's drill going down into your jaw, looking up and seeing gloves flecked with blood. "You did so well," she says as I spit pieces of broken molar into the sink and mentally curse my irresponsible youth, family genes, and the past three years full of car crashes and stress that wreaked general havoc on my little snarky mouth, while thankful to have insurance and live in an industrialized country where there's things like local anesthesia even if half my face is temporarily paralyzed and my grin has a glint of silver in the back like a fortuneteller's.

I'm uncharacteristically bitchy today, still sore, unable to wake up despite having coffee in my system, contending with "I'm fighting the system even though I'm totally the Man and don't even see it" boomers way too early in the morning. Quoting Jim Morrison like it's new and fresh and deep was the last straw and I got a bit more vitriolic than usual. Maybe it's the residual Novocaine still coursing through my bloodstream that made my lips get a little looser but given that I smile so much, most of the snark and generational antipathy went unnoticed.

when the fact of the matter is you just don't care
to comprehend or understand a single word I say

Seriously, I just want to go home and listen to the Bad Brains right now.

The sunlight coming through the ice-covered trees was so amazing that despite my wooziness and aching jaw, I drank tea with my adopted aunt and then drove along Riverside after seeing the the Valley was closed off and took lots of pictures of glittering branches.

Oh well, life goes on. I'll feel better tomorrow.


Anonymous said...

got that PMA? i kid
hope things take a turn for the better, if the badbrains don't do it you might have to try some early cromags, sort of like a drill to the head (to let the demons out) but without that terrible burnt smell.

Chef Cthulhu said...

Thanks for the brains. Haven't heard that in a while.

And no thanks for the reminder of my impending dental restoration...

Randal Graves said...

Ice Ice Baby
ding ding ding dingdingding ding

You should have asked Dr. Giggles to borrow his drill. And some Novocaine, bet that'd fetch a pretty penny on the street to make up for the lack of raises.