December 24, 2012

• have you ever had that pine cone lodged in your colon where even the longest salad tongs couldn't reach it?  yeah, neither have I (not on purpose...what? so I fell out of a pine tree naked once.  who hasn't done that?) anyway, to my point. it's been a solid two months since I've had to deal with my broken toof.  the pain, at times, was more than debilitating!  I couldn't clench my teeth together due to the swelling and pine cone/ass style pain.  the day to extract it finally has come and gone.  I don't remember any of the procedure, due to being completely knocked out.  I do remember getting help walking toward the rear fire exit with Brian's car at the ready.  I was coherent enough to walk around the grocery store, half stoned off from whatever they gave me intravenously, so we could pick up some lobster tail and fillet Mignon for the grill on Tuesday.  anyway.  days later. the tooth holes are still tender.  I can feel the stitches. my face has that swelled jawl look. it feels good to finally close and clench my teef without the normal grimacing pain.  no one should have to endure such pain for so long. it's very much like (and I've mentioned this before) waiting in dire agony seemingly forever to get my hernia operation done and over with.  the day of the [toof] surgery, all I could eat was soup broth.   the day after, hamburger helper. yesterday, I tried my first post-op hard shell tacos.  yay!  I can eat again!  surviving this venture was worth the world not ending (what?).

  Brian (room mate/almost neighbor) cleans the house to the point where he'll put my stuff away too. I'll look for the honey bottle every day. it's normally on the counter next to my coffee pot.  he'll throw it in the pantry. I don't mind so much but ask him why he can have his creamer (for example) on the counter while he insists my honey has to go in the pantry? "because it's a designated spot for creamer!".  then I start wondering if I have to write my congressman to find me one of these "designated spots" for the honey. even after talking to him about it, I see the honey is back in the pantry this morning.  today, I find a bag of his popcorn on the counter. I put it in the pantry to fuck with his head a little (two can play this game).  let's see how much he likes his shit being moved.  this is just one example (of many) where he over cleans.  he's moved the bathroom trash can three times. just when I get used to the new location, he'll move it again.  I think he's fockin' with my head on purpose.  he's an OCD head case.  but as long as he keeps payin' the rent, I can deal widdit...

  yesterday, I hit Best Buy to look at clothes washers (mine still works but sounds very much like it's on its last leg). I like the LG top load HE model they have in store, but can't find the same one on their website.  anyway. it's about a $700 washer.  I may grab it after Christmas...

  looks like the Kid has moved to a new location, plus he's coming to town in a week or so.  maybe I'll use one of my newly acquired batch of sick days to hang with him for a spell.  it's been awhile since I've seen him.  it'll be good to catch up, if we can find a day.  I'll facebook him and see if he can fit his dad into his agenda.  maybe we can hit Red Robin, or see a movie...?

   

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