This week has been a bit of a shit sundae and that’s why I haven’t written in a bit. When something completely consumes my brain I do not have the ability or energy to write off that topic. (this is also why I took a break during the roughest patches of my divorce) Plus it would be some boring stuff anyway because I’m not willing to tell you everything that’s going on. Naming names would do nothing but potentially burn a future bridge. If I’m going to write this stuff down it won’t be here for you. (although I might be tempted to blind copy it on this thing) I will be sending it to people that need to hear my thoughts. This will be burning an entire system of bridges and dynamiting all of the pilings just to be thorough. The piece of my mind that is begging to be unleashed is a tactic of last resort. Or the grenade I roll into the room as I exit…
And around Tuesday afternoon when I jinxed myself by thinking “it can’t get any worse” one of my traitorous teeth began giving me trouble. This motherfucker has some gaul as well because when given the option years ago as to the composition of his crown I elected gold thus making him the king of my mouth. But like all rulers he was destined to disappoint. His root canal failed. Some bullshit about fractured root something or other which is how they explained why my entire jaw hurt. So today was supposed to be a “quick and easy extraction.” Should’ve seen this coming…
I get in the chair and due to the infection spreading - a regular amount of novocaine would not suffice. In fact I was still feeling things after round two which sent me into a third. For fucks sake! I could still drive a tenpenny nail directly into the left side of my face right now. Shit was happening whilst my eyes were closed as tight as I could get them that defy description. There was cracking and scraping that seemed to resinate through my entire skull. At one point I think he had an impact wrench or a tiny jackhammer running to get things down to “healthy bone” FUCK OFF - SHUT UP AND FINISH ALREADY
“Well that was a lot harder than I thought it was going to be” words you never want to hear come out of your healthcare professionals mouth. And then he has the balls to write me a script for pain meds but council me to NOT fill it. Essentially calling me a pussy if I can’t manage the pain with ibuprofen and Tylenol. I used to have a doctor who would prescribe a backpack full of pills for the most minor inconvenience but it turned out that was on the other side of legal. Plus he charged what I now know was an addicts tax for the generosity which basically meant he wanted whatever wasn’t required to ease any actual discomfort. Live and learn I guess.
If I ever suffer some kind of face numbing condition I will not be able to take myself seriously. I have had a couple calls since this all went down and the words I slur are making me laugh. My stupid numb face is entertaining as well. Fair warning if you know me in person a stroke will also lead to me shifting into a full time impression of Phil Hartman as Frankenstein. Look it up if you’re young. Shit, I actually started this thing with the thought of calling my dental circus the cherry on this shit sundae of a week. Sidetracked and wasted a decent opening thought.