There is a world out there,...
Tooth Detective:
It has been 5 weeks since I broke my front tooth out,
and all that time
I have been walking around
feeling like a hare-lip
as my lips slide through the gap
since my keystone plonked off.
I found that shopping around,
and a little patience
DOES work.
Even if it means that I have stopped ALL LIFE
for 5 weeks
because apparently smiling
IS MY LIFE!
Who knew?
You can also make doctors compete price-ways for you!
WHO KNEW?!
My mother reminded me
how much my mouth has cost.
Bad teeth are a lifelong debt,
unless/until you just
give up
having
teeth.
Thanks for the reminder, Mom.
I remember.
My grandma was my Dental Angel
and now it is Sailor.
and it is weird to compare prices
for basic medical care.
BUT IT DOES WORK!
My dentist lowered his price by $1,700
because he had to send my X-rays
to a few different oral surgeons
as I checked around.
So... here is the rub,...
Does a doctor
willing to wheel-and-deal
even appeal to me
when I am trying to just GET WELL?
Let's Bargain For My Health Care!!
I have a day or two to decide.
The Bargainer... couldn't give me that price in writing.
This is how capitalist medicine works.
Or, doesn't...
depending on your preferred paradox.
I've been waking up,
early.
Too early.
My old nemesis,
so proudly discarded
a decade ago.
Blast you, insomnia!
I panic in the dentist chair,
so this negotiation process
comparing dentists, surgeons
implants and bridges
has been a.... character building experience.
I called this Too Many Dreams
(well, I screamed it according to graphic syntax
at least)
but I usually do not remember my dreams
UNLESS they are stressful,
which is when I become self aware in the dream
and choose to continue or not.
And those... I remember.
Even my stressful dreams are boring and mundane,
I assume my usual dreams
are just walking pleasant pastures,
passing time in some
aimless and interesting way.
Anyways, waking up at 3rd or 4th hour
I'm thinking too much.
Worrying about wealth
and health
and/or
the lack thereof
and
the Worry Monster comes.
I've heard SOME mysterious folk tales
call it the Grumpy Potato
but, I know who it REALLY is!
Worry, yo.
That guy.
I'll be back to normal soon,
I know Worry's ways.
Worst thing you can do when Worry visits
is Worry about the Worry.
Don't you know
that only encourages The Worries?
Speaking of:
I must curry The Hurry
as Spring sproings
because
life don't stop
just because
I hide from it
for a while.
The future awaits,
the now is getting sold
and changes are gonna come
or so we've been told.
What if... I... explode
with potential potential
withered
without a drop
splattered anywhere stupendous?
How do I find the time
to make the time
to use the time
to be on my time
**forever**?
"It's all timing",
I purred.
"Word"
lowed the herd
and we all went back to our crud.
The most common profession people *guess* I am is 'Teacher'.
The most common profession people *suggest* I become is 'Counselor'.
I have trouble biting my tongue,
because although I respect those professions,
I have sensitivity issues
with joining the system
of capitalizing
on The Knowing of People.
This extends to healthcare,
copyrighting genes,
collecting mass data from populations,
and more.
And suspicious of the Systems of Teaching the Knowing of People.
Professing its an honest profession,
but every system is a system;
every system has a system,
too.
Systematic teaching.
Institutionalized education.
Industrial healthcare.
Auto-populated conversations.
Mechanized diplomacy.
Repeat.
I'm scared of it all,
and don't like money
whorin' up a compassionate nature.
Asking me to exchange it
on a strict schedule
for cash dispensation
so I may I earn access to continued life
(ie: food, water, shelter, medicine)
and maybe even secure some extras
(ie: financial security, physical security,
emotional security, social security,
insured security, invested security,
shared security, and even recreational security)
someday!
But... curiously,
that does not inspire me with drive,
motivation, ambition
or curiosity.
It drives me cold,
into a ditch
between 'buying' and 'selling'
and wondering if this is all we are supposed to aspire to,
now
that the future
has come knocking at our core?
It has been 5 weeks since I broke my front tooth out,
and all that time
I have been walking around
feeling like a hare-lip
as my lips slide through the gap
since my keystone plonked off.
I found that shopping around,
and a little patience
DOES work.
Even if it means that I have stopped ALL LIFE
for 5 weeks
because apparently smiling
IS MY LIFE!
Who knew?
You can also make doctors compete price-ways for you!
WHO KNEW?!
My mother reminded me
how much my mouth has cost.
Bad teeth are a lifelong debt,
unless/until you just
give up
having
teeth.
Thanks for the reminder, Mom.
I remember.
My grandma was my Dental Angel
and now it is Sailor.
and it is weird to compare prices
for basic medical care.
BUT IT DOES WORK!
My dentist lowered his price by $1,700
because he had to send my X-rays
to a few different oral surgeons
as I checked around.
So... here is the rub,...
Does a doctor
willing to wheel-and-deal
even appeal to me
when I am trying to just GET WELL?
Let's Bargain For My Health Care!!
I have a day or two to decide.
The Bargainer... couldn't give me that price in writing.
This is how capitalist medicine works.
Or, doesn't...
depending on your preferred paradox.
I've been waking up,
early.
Too early.
My old nemesis,
so proudly discarded
a decade ago.
Blast you, insomnia!
I panic in the dentist chair,
so this negotiation process
comparing dentists, surgeons
implants and bridges
has been a.... character building experience.
I called this Too Many Dreams
(well, I screamed it according to graphic syntax
at least)
but I usually do not remember my dreams
UNLESS they are stressful,
which is when I become self aware in the dream
and choose to continue or not.
And those... I remember.
Even my stressful dreams are boring and mundane,
I assume my usual dreams
are just walking pleasant pastures,
passing time in some
aimless and interesting way.
Anyways, waking up at 3rd or 4th hour
I'm thinking too much.
Worrying about wealth
and health
and/or
the lack thereof
and
the Worry Monster comes.
I've heard SOME mysterious folk tales
call it the Grumpy Potato
but, I know who it REALLY is!
Worry, yo.
That guy.
I'll be back to normal soon,
I know Worry's ways.
Worst thing you can do when Worry visits
is Worry about the Worry.
Don't you know
that only encourages The Worries?
Speaking of:
I must curry The Hurry
as Spring sproings
because
life don't stop
just because
I hide from it
for a while.
The future awaits,
the now is getting sold
and changes are gonna come
or so we've been told.
What if... I... explode
with potential potential
withered
without a drop
splattered anywhere stupendous?
How do I find the time
to make the time
to use the time
to be on my time
**forever**?
"It's all timing",
I purred.
"Word"
lowed the herd
and we all went back to our crud.
The most common profession people *guess* I am is 'Teacher'.
The most common profession people *suggest* I become is 'Counselor'.
I have trouble biting my tongue,
because although I respect those professions,
I have sensitivity issues
with joining the system
of capitalizing
on The Knowing of People.
This extends to healthcare,
copyrighting genes,
collecting mass data from populations,
and more.
And suspicious of the Systems of Teaching the Knowing of People.
Professing its an honest profession,
but every system is a system;
every system has a system,
too.
Systematic teaching.
Institutionalized education.
Industrial healthcare.
Auto-populated conversations.
Mechanized diplomacy.
Repeat.
I'm scared of it all,
and don't like money
whorin' up a compassionate nature.
Asking me to exchange it
on a strict schedule
for cash dispensation
so I may I earn access to continued life
(ie: food, water, shelter, medicine)
and maybe even secure some extras
(ie: financial security, physical security,
emotional security, social security,
insured security, invested security,
shared security, and even recreational security)
someday!
But... curiously,
that does not inspire me with drive,
motivation, ambition
or curiosity.
It drives me cold,
into a ditch
between 'buying' and 'selling'
and wondering if this is all we are supposed to aspire to,
now
that the future
has come knocking at our core?