dirty words

THIS MORNING?? I RIPPED OPEN ONE OF MY TOOTH HOLES FROM THE WISDOM TEETH OF DOOM. EATING CORN POPS.

I AM FULL OF ALL-CAPPED RAGE.

Yeah, the day pretty much went downhill from there. I was trying to be positive! But cars were CHASING ME in crosswalks! And then mean people mocked me OUT LOUD on the street! And I totally tweaked out at work because of the INSANE STRESS of my brain being made of crazy! And did I mention the part where THE WISDOM TEETH OF DOOM THAT WERE KIND OF HEALED IS NOW A GAPING WOUND AGAIN!? From CORN POPS!?

OH DUDE.

Things That Are Awesome:

1) calleigh_j WROTE JAKE 2.0 FIC! OMFG. Aaaaaa I am full of SQUEEE.

2) TEMPTATION ISLAND, with mystic_isles000, who is hilarious. Totally Closeted Boy (Named Kaya!) on the show: "And then I was thinking about my girlfriend doing something wild with ANOTHER GUY-" Gira: "And that made me want to do something wild with another guy!" We've been watching too much Playing It Straight.

3) CORN POPS OF DOOM. Aughhhh! They are so TASTY. And yet LETHAL.

4) I have a plan to combat depression with girl-powered Zen! It is a Good Plan!

5) ... MY RATS ARE CUTE!

( Old pictures, but PROOF OF THE CUTE! )

So I went to work, but left early to go get a second opinion on the whole WISDOM TEETH OF DOOM scenario. The GOOD part is that apparently my oral surgeon is the best in the biz for stuff like this, and that she didn't screw up. The BAD news is that there's nothing anybody can do and APPARENTLY I'm to expect this to continue for another month, and that they were kinda surprised that after "only three weeks" I was bothering them. HELLO, PEOPLE, I NEED TO ATTEND WORK TO PAY FOR FOOD, and literally nobody suggested it might take this long to recover before going in for surgery, and so it's really ANNOYING of you to start acting all "I told you so" NOW.

So now I've been demoted from "medical freak of nature" according to Doctor 1 to "whiny impatient child" by Doctor 2. (No, no, he was nice about it. He said it was very diligent of me to seek out a second opinion, but really, I should trust the expert -- my original doctor -- and that I either need to be patient or have Doc #1 do painful things to try and make everything bleed more. BECAUSE MORE PAIN IS WHAT I NEED, KTHANX.)

And I don't get any more pain meds, still. People, I DON'T CARE right now if I get addicted or my liver explodes! Just give me a patch or something!

Now I will Work From Home for a while and therefore feel like half of a useful human being.

p.s. Don't tell me to Calm Down. I have been calm enough! I'm hoping my RAGE will carry me through the next MONTH WTF!

The wisdom teeth saga continues! ( MY ONLY REGRET IS THAT I HAVE BONITIS. )

Let us talk about something FUNNER, ( like STAR TREK!! and Voyager! And Wolf 359! )

Discuss things about Star Trek with me, pleez, so I do not feel all alone in my geekiness!

The latest vicodin dream:

The Voyager episode "Warlord" (read: Kes gets possessed by alien bloodthirsty warlord who can move from person to person as the hosts die) set in the Sex and the City universe.

I woke up screaming "NO, STANFORD CAN'T DIE!"

That show is scarily insidious, y0. Current wisdom-tooth setback aside, I'm actually quite pleased with my life, but my coworkers' nagging + many hours of that show when my nerves are worn down by LOTS OF PAAAAIN makes me start panicking that oh em gee, I must find a man now before I lose my pretty face and post-anorexic figure, and also, I hate my shoes. But it's so fluffy and gives me such wonderful fashion design ideas!

Anyway, I'm rationing my vicodin to keep from becoming a junkie, and am therefore in pain and bitchy (this is a VAST improvement over the "in pain and psychotically desperate" that was featured last week; I think this means I'm over the worst of it, though the second-worst still kind of sucks) and would love love love comment!spam, ficlet!spam etc to distract me. I will even try to comment!ficlet you back if I can stop rocking back and forth and whining long enough! OR JUST DO IT BECAUSE YOU LOVE ME AND I AM PATHETIC, OMG. (Family says I am a weenie because it has only been a week and a half. Doctor says I am not a weenie because infecty dry sockets are apparently The Most Painful Thing most people experience in their lifetime including childbirth, but I think she just said that to make up for the fact that she keeps telling me "just take ibuprofen!" and I'm all "I CAN'T BECAUSE I AM ALLERGIC AND WILL DIE" and she's all "Oh, right, sorry. That sucks to be you.")

Vicodin has better dreams than Percocet. (And you were there and you were there and you were there... and so were a lot of random folk singers. I called lifelongfling on the phone a lot -- from my remote control that doubled as a cell phone -- but she was listed in my phone book as Alexandra. Huh.)

It also allowed me to sleep, finally, to which I owe my semi-coherence this morning. Last night my loverly patched-over dry sockets started ( omg TMI ) so I'm probably going back to los dentists to get re-patched. Now that I'm awake, the screaming pain has started again, and I *would* go back to sleep, but I haven't showered since, liek, the dawn of time. I pray I can con dentists into giving me an antibiotic, because I think all the fun and games has given me a sinus infection and running around to *other* doctors looking for drugs is not part of my game plan of the day.

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AHAHAHA, okay. So, vicodin part II. I forgot I was posting, got confused, my coworker called for info from my computer and during the conversation I got more confused and thought I was ORDERING A PIZZA. She's all "Er... would you like a pizza?"

SO LOOPY. Now is a time to ask me questions I would not normally answer, except the answer you get might involve zebras and, er, drool. aldril you rock for emailing me omg! I'm sorry that your life is so sucky and will write you back alter!

( wisdom teeth nonrecovery hysteria )

Ehm, in happy news, 4 eps of Jake 2.0 on Friday were awesome. Yay? *puts on Star Trek*