you can jive

mood: better
music: velvet underground in my head
CPCetc: cleanse the pallate!

I'M ALIVE!!!!

And also kicking.

For those of you who have any keen interest, my bout of Tooth Extraction went thusly:

I went in Tuesday afternoon to have these so called 'wisdom' teeth removed. Now, my mother's side of the family has a history of multiple sets. My mum had eight of these punks pulled, sans novacain. Not pleasant. I was incredibly fearful this would be the case for me. Dr Doran said that he didn't think so, which is a great relief to me personally because wisdom teeth are a BITCH. No way else to put it. So I went in, got them pulled, heard some really dreadful eighties music and proceeded to cry myself to sleep on a semi-constant basis. Ask Paige and Matt. I was pathetic. I was supposed to be nearly-good-as-new by Friday or so, and Friday evening, I was feeling pretty okay. Looked like this was going to be juuuuust fine.

That was until Saturday morning. When I woke up, went upstairs and promptly passed out. And had a seizure. And threw up. And Mum thought I was dead.

It turns out that I have what the oral surgeons call 'dry socket'. That coupled with the turn 'oral surgeons' comes out sounding incredibly obscene. Apparently, there's supposed to be this blood clout that forms where the tooth used to be that will protect the little crevice from infection. In dry socket, that clout either doesn't form or gets washed away and all the gross crap you put into your mouth every day gets stuck in that hole and makes you miserable. Luckily, mine wasn't infected. Yet. So this other doctor shoved a foot-and-a-half of gauze in my jaw and told me to come back at butt-crack-dawn on Monday and he'd check it out. Despite the fact that this seems like a complete hoax, I feel amazingly better! Maybe modern science isn't as cooky as I say it is!

So now I'm mostly-upright, dressed in real clothes and trying to stay hydrated. It's harder than you think. According to the guy that fixed my mouth, you're not actually hydrated until you're pissing water every hour. It's a lot to live up to.

Speaking of...


Of course, now that I am free of the confines of the Snuggle Chair, I am completely and inescapably BORED. Mum still wants me to 'take it easy'. I think I gave her quite a fright yesterday. However, taking it easy is about as simple as chewing steak right now and half as interesting. And, unlike her, I am not crippled by the fact that I am still completely uncooridinated and spill everything on either myself or the laminent floors (I just discovered half a tube of toothpaste down the centre of my shirt and deodorant on my boobs). But, obviously, I am womyn and will not be held down!! Much.

It'll be back to school time soon--a fact that I am dreading--and the hunt for a laptop is almost at an end! I have successfully convinced by parents to buy a MacBook! Haha!! I still haven't found a name for it and suggestions will be heartily received. However, this is the only thing I have followed through with and Mother is growing displeased. My week of schlepping will now grow into a month of aggravated work. I should have planned this better. Of course, there are some good things that will come of this. New clothes will be found, toilletries will be purchased and, my personal favourite...

NEW NOTEBOOKS!!!!

Hoop, Lord! I love school supplies. I'm sure this means that I am a tool, but new notebooks are about the sweetest thing in the whole entire universe. I have made shrines to them. I think they are really friggin' groovy. I will save them forever and show them to my children, were I ever to get drunk enough to have them. Notebooks. Are. The shit.

My birthday is fast-approaching. Soon, I will be a bonafide adult! Terrifying, isn't it? So get your orders for porn and cigarettes in now! Also, if anyone knows any really good tattoo places that aren't offensively expensive, let me know. I've got plans. Along with my birthday comes Lollapalooza!: the happenest hippie fest there ever was. ...Post-Woodstock. We'll be rockin' out in Chitown with all of those crazy music freaks! Excitement! Debauchery! Loose Women!

Ah. The glories of summer.

Be sure to check out Emerald Ink for updates! Fordo is also growing everyday. He'll be a big boy soon! ...Hopefully.