Complaint

It's been days since we've written! Bloody days! And we're going crazy!  Most of it we blame on a tooth we had extracted, which was followed by a painful case of dry socket, so that all we've been able to think about is taking the pain medication as prescribed rather than as we'd prefer, which is the whole bottle at once. 

Because pain medication is there to be abused, that's why the doctors give it to you to abuse it, to take six every two hours when you're supposed to take one every four hours.  And we have to go to the dentist every day practically for them to lay some medicated gauze in the socket where our tooth used to be, and it burns, it burns!

We think we're beginning to hallucinate from taking our pain medication as prescribed.  This morning we heard a woman ask the woman working at a hot dog stand for "two raw half smokes," which half smokes are like hot dogs only bigger and spicier.  Could she really have wanted them raw? Who knows?  There are strange people in this world, very strange people.  We should have waited for the woman who wanted the raw half smokes to leave and then asked the woman at the hot dog stand if that was indeed what she'd ordered.  But we're not thinking straight.  We're wandering around like a lonely cloud that can't think straight.  And we're taking six advil at a time, six, or was it seven, all we know is we gobbled down a handful of advil this morning and they only helped for about two hours, so much for over the counter pain relievers. 

And at 2:00 we have to go back yet again to the dentist for some medicated gauze, and we're good and sick of it.  They're good and sick of us too, we can tell.  "Oh, it's you again" they say when we walk through the office door. 

Anyway we're forcing ourselves to write this just to be writing something, anything.  We live to write and write to live, and this silence is driving us mad.

Comments

[karoline]

thanks for posting, we was waiting, waiting, like at a corner for some smac. the lonely cloud made me think of my lint painting when I thought it might be nice to do a representaion of cummulous clouds - i mean the ones that look like ripples on the beach. but too late the lint painting is only itself. but the lonely cloud made me also think of a big puffy cloud who spies those ripple clouds and wants to join them but as the lonely cloud approaches the ripples break up and dissapate. that toothspace will heal, take your vitamins! C-C-C!!

[gillian]

I'll be getting some dental work done myself, the next few weeks. Monday, I will be getting prepped for a crown, and then a couple weeks later, I'll be getting the crown. Dental work is bloody expensive. Anyway, I'm not looking forward to it.

Thanks for writing even through your pain. I'm glad to know what's going on with you, though I'm sad you're suffering.

I hope you feel better soon.

[J.]

I hate when i don't write. I blame it on whatever little thing that is torturing my mind at that moment and hang on to that excuse, usually for months. And I'm sure I'll never use a word again. It takes a lot of effort, cheating oneself like that. A lie is a very well-told story.. no gaps, the exact right amount of casual obsceneties.. it takes delicacy, realhly. Only writers die of mosquito bites and tootache.

[Bryon]

Hey Gillian, While we are waiting for Mike's muse to return from holiday (my money's on her cheating on Them with Ian MacKaye), I thought I'd mention that my dentist got a fancy new machine that let's him do the whole crown process in one sitting. So, if you have a decent dental policy (or any dental policy) you might shop around to find a dentist with something like the "CEREC":

http://www.stephensdentistry.com/cerec.php

[gillian]

Byron: Wow, that's amazing!

[Steve]

I love my Dentist.
He is almost as funny as I am and we always have a real good time.
I'll never forget the day he tried to do a little work on me without the shot and things were doing nicely until he hit a sweet spot and the first thing I did was to use my tongue to try to stop the Drill, which worked real good except now the Drill was lodged into my Tongue and we were both crackin up.
Speaking with my mouth wide open, and a bit "Tongue Tied" I said "Wud-doo-e-do-ow-dog" which when translated means 'What do we do now doc?" and he grinned down at me.
I squinted up into that very bright light that halo'd his face and was told that he would have to
"Put the drill in reverse to get it unstuck from my tongue"
Well, that just about did it for me . I could not stop laughin' right up to the part where he put the Drill in reverse and backed it from my tongue.
After that I always called him 'Dr. Death" and insisted on the shot of Novacaine.

[Martijn]

If I wasn't such a lazy sod I'd really follow up on my million dollar idea: topless dentistry. Think Hooters with drills. I'm sorry you can't write, Mike. If it makes you feel better: I can't write either. But I réálly can't write.

[Steve]

Martijn, thats a great idea! A long time ago I paid my friend Laura to paint my house. For a week she got out there in a bikini, painting my house, and all the men up and down the street kept finding reasons to be out in the front yard to watch her. I always thought I should start a Bikini Construction Co. or something, with a bunch of gals in Bikinis doing remodels and stuff, but I nevber followed up on it.

[gillian]

Martijn and Steve, you are both geniuses. You've both hit upon moneymaking ideas.

[Martijn]

Bikini Construction Co. Yes! Yes! I can see it take off! Thanks Gillian!