So it’s nearly December. It seems a little late to reflect on Thanksgiving, but I feel that major holidays should make some kind of appearance in one’s personal blog even if a little tardy. One day, I might want to remember roasting my first turkey (with a little help from mom), debating whether 50 or 70 raw oysters would be enough for our family (blatantly disregarding all warnings about the, er… challenges of shucking oysters– even from the girl who was selling the oysters). However, as it turns out, my father was a masterful shucker and my sister, a born oyster-lip finder. So what if all the oyster liquor was lost to the newspapers on the table. The important thing was– dad didn’t stab himself, sis didn’t poke her eye out and now, 7 days post-oyster-bath, no one’s reported any mysterious illnesses.
We spent the rest of the weekend lounging in front of the TV, eating, munching, and watching James Bond re-runs on Spike TV (we topped the 007 festival off by going to see Casino Royale which my father managed to stay (partly) awake for).
So even though we were in this different element called Boston, it ended up feeling like home after all.
Filed under: Life in general
I had my wisdom teeth extracted yesterday by Dr. Meltzer. The two on the right had already erupted so these were relatively easy to pull out; the two on the left however were still embedded and took a little wrangling (aka, drilling) to maneuver out in pieces. I had local anesthesia which for those who’ve had any major dental work would understand how weird it is to be grabbing at seemingly lifeless swollen tissue, only to realize that it’s your own lower lip. The procedure on the whole went well, aside from the very weird crunching and creaking noises as the teeth are being yanked out. Dr. Metlzer placed two gauze at the back of my gums to absorb any excess blood– my mouth being totally anesthetized back there, I felt nothing.
He wrote a few prescriptions for me. Went to fetch those at the CVS. A nurse practitioner friend of mine had already written me a script for percocet and advised me to fetch this before the procedure which I did earlier in the afternoon. Turned out this was a good thing since I explained to the pharmacist intern behind the desk that I was headed to have all my wisdom teeth pulled. So when I showed up the second time around with a few more scripts in tow, she undestood me when I asked, “Caa ah hahve thi pwaswipsha fiwwed?”.
I dropped by Whole Foods to prepare for my liquid diet. I could have bought fresh fruit and made smoothies on my own, but I have to admit, I was feeling lazy and bought some Stonyfield Farm Yogurt Smoothies instead.
Thought I’d entertain myself and watch a few more episodes of Rome. Dropped by the local video store– “Hewwoh!” Found disk 2, gave the clerk my garbled name so he could find me in the computer. He was kind enough not to take note of my speech impediment and I went on my merry way.
I arrived home, exhausted by this point, but ready to take on the post-extraction period armed with ice packs, pain relievers, entertainment and smoothies. I realized I hadn’t peed all day and went down to the bathroom to take care of this last bit of business. I turned on the bathroom light and saw my facade in the mirror. My face looked normal enough, but my lower lip was a little swollen– cracked and crusted in dried blood with a few dried rivulets making its way out of the corners of my mouth which of course, I didn’t feel on account of the fact that the entire lower part of my face was numb. I look like I had just swallowed a squirrel.
You’d think someone would have mentioned something.
Filed under: Running
It’s 5:15am. I’m drinking down a reheated cup of Starbuck’s and willing my self to ignore the fact that I’m about to punish myself for at least four long hours. I’ve got my running shirt and shorts on. Haven’t yet donned the layers of freebie shirts and sweats that I’ve acquired over the years, though I probably should since I’m already late. I’m number F8371 (I think, I’m too sleepy to check). Gotta few last minute things to do before I’m off.
