Apparently my nearly 38 years of horrid dental hygiene have caught up to me and I find myself facing the very real necessity of finding a dentist. This sucks of course as I EFFING HATE GOING TO THE DENTIST. The last time I went I very nearly had a panic attack in the chair and seriously thought about throat punching the nice lady and running away screaming - and that was just a simple cleaning.
With the way anything hot or cold makes me wince and experience the joy of a sharp unpleasant pain (that includes cold AIR, by the way. Yeah, whee!) - I’m thinking it’s either an exposed nerve, root or maybe something like a garden gnome has moved in and is in the process of making himself at home.
Shit. Well, at least there is a sedation dentist an hour or so away. Maybe I can handle that. I’d truly prefer being knocked the hell completely out - but if they can drug me to incoherence with a pill that keeps me from panic and pain - I’ll try it. Once.
If I feel anything remotely like pain though - seriously - throat punch!
Complaints, Teeth
This is about how many books I purchased today. The wife purchased around five or six compared to the 9,000 thousand I grabbed (at least that’s what the damned bag felt like it contained). Alright, it was actually only 18 books.
That’s right. 18. I bought 18 damned books today. Five are one series and 11 (ELEVEN) are another. It. Felt. Awesome.
Books, Family
I recently kidnapped my sister’s PS3 and have parked it in the front room so that I could hook it up to my 42″ plasma. Read more…
Bluray, Music
Today I discovered that yet another thread to my youth had been cut way too soon. One of my father’s cousins, Edward Gaspard passed away in his home at Little Chenier in Cameron, Louisiana on the sixteenth of May. The only reason I know of this was that one of my father’s two sisters, Linda, called my own sister this afternoon and asked her to tell me.
Of course, she didn’t say that Edward had passed away. Throughout my life I don’t think I’d even known that Edward was even his first name. To me and to everyone else on that side of the family tree, he was simply known as E.J.
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Columns, Complaints, Family
As much as I usually complain that I’m doing all of the real work in the department it turns out that that’s exactly what might happen (and soon) as my department coworker turned in his two week notice this past Monday. So. One more week.
I’ve got one more week to find someone skilled enough to pick up the slack he’s going to leave in his wake. Delusions of awesomeness aside there truly is enough work going on in that department for three people much less two so I’ll certainly have one hell of a time trying to do it solo.
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Complaints, Work