It's 2 am...do you know where your brains are?
I sure as fuck all know HOW my brains feel. They are feeling like
they've been run through the garbage disposal, shaken (not stirred),
poured over ice and frozen into brain-sicles. It's cold as fuck all and
I don't really want to be here right now. Where is here? Home of
course. Where do I want to be? Some place warm. Even just 20 degrees
warmer would be great. Yesterday was BE-A-UTIFUL! 50 degrees and sunny.
Perfect weather. Then today starts the shit storm of rain and fog and
ugga ugg and it all turns into that white slushy shit (aka- snow). Now
it's just windy as all get out and my poor van can't take it very well.
It gets pushed around like none other.
Anyfrog...
Monday January 23rd is a big fucking day boys and girls. At approximately 9 am, I'll be sitting down, valium-ed up to my eyeballs, in the dentist chair. Why? Getting all my fucking teeth pulled...that's why. I'm scared of a lot of things (spiders and clowns to name a couple) but this has got to be one of the scariest things I've ever done. I think I'd rather get a tattoo or some intimate body part pierced. However, this is just as permanent and will end a LOT of the suffering I've been having for the last three or four years. They yank em and slap the falsies in right away. We'll see how this goes. Doubtful I'll be able to update THAT day (for obvious reasons) but I'll be sure to give any of you who might possibly give a rat's ass an update ASAHP (as soon as humanly possible for those not in the know:P). Surgery (and yes, it's considered surgery due to the fact that at least 1/3 of them have to be cut out in a fashion similar to wisdom teeth removal) is set to begin at 9am (which, in dentist time means at LEAST 9:30) and at 8am I have to take my two valium...MMMMM...VALIUM. Good shit that. Makes me loopy. Loopy as in 'Mr Burns after his treatments' loopy. I just don't have that oh so sexy green glow. My new teefers are going to be SOOO pretty. I decided to stay with a more natural look as far as the shape and size is concerned (I did consider having them make my canines slightly larger...for that year round vampire look but how realistic is that...honestly:P). I mean, it would be nice to have perfect teeth but that is also what makes them look FAKE. I did, however, insist on white teeth. Not crazy wicked white (like Ross after the tooth whitening incident) but whiter than what I have. They look like you have had a whitening treatment done but amazingly, they're not that much brighter than what I have. Never realized how white my natural teeth are until comparing them to the examples. Pretty fucking cool. Anyway, surgery is on Monday and that should go pretty smooth. Tuesday, however will be the epitome of pain and suffering. I don't know for sure if they give you scripts for pain meds but I'm hoping for the hook up with some Vicodin. I'll eat those bastards like candy. Wednesday should be the emergence of any bruising. Oh joy. I looked like someone beat the living hell out of me when I had my wisdom teeth cut out (blacked both of my eyes, cheeks very bruised, etc) so I can just imagine I'll look like the poster child for domestic violence or something when this is all said and done.
Oh...sorry, got away from what the fuck I was going to say. Been a little ADD like that lately. So yeah..I'm scared of a few things but pain has NEVER been an issue. I'm scared shitless of this though. I am 'I want my mommy to come hold my hand' scared. I can't even think about it much because I start freaking out. Not just getting shakey but I start feeling sick and hot and all sorts of dizzy and light headed. Panic attack is probably what someone would diagnos it as but I'm just calling it nerves;) They also gave me a pill to take the night before so that I will get some sleep. I'll probably end up puking my guts out before I take it. Dear christ, this is scary.
Ok, so I'm working myself up just talking about it. *takes pulse* *does some deep breathing* *tries to relax and changes the subject*
Started reading "The Da Vinci Code". Will let you know wtf all the hype is about when I'm finished.
Wanna know what a lame ass I am? I catalogued all of my mix cds the other night. Yup. Was up to 3am doing it and then spent 2 or 3 hours the next day. At least I now know I have 'Shy' by Ani DiFranco and 'We're In This Together' on WAAAAY too many cds. WTF. Must start cross refrencing (sp?)them before making another cd. Damnit.
Ok, must get to bed. I mean, I do have to be back in to work in less than 8 hours. A Mel with less than 8 hours of sleep does not a happy Mel make. *wonders if that makes any sense at all* *decides she doesn't care and said fuck it all*
Anyfrog...
Monday January 23rd is a big fucking day boys and girls. At approximately 9 am, I'll be sitting down, valium-ed up to my eyeballs, in the dentist chair. Why? Getting all my fucking teeth pulled...that's why. I'm scared of a lot of things (spiders and clowns to name a couple) but this has got to be one of the scariest things I've ever done. I think I'd rather get a tattoo or some intimate body part pierced. However, this is just as permanent and will end a LOT of the suffering I've been having for the last three or four years. They yank em and slap the falsies in right away. We'll see how this goes. Doubtful I'll be able to update THAT day (for obvious reasons) but I'll be sure to give any of you who might possibly give a rat's ass an update ASAHP (as soon as humanly possible for those not in the know:P). Surgery (and yes, it's considered surgery due to the fact that at least 1/3 of them have to be cut out in a fashion similar to wisdom teeth removal) is set to begin at 9am (which, in dentist time means at LEAST 9:30) and at 8am I have to take my two valium...MMMMM...VALIUM. Good shit that. Makes me loopy. Loopy as in 'Mr Burns after his treatments' loopy. I just don't have that oh so sexy green glow. My new teefers are going to be SOOO pretty. I decided to stay with a more natural look as far as the shape and size is concerned (I did consider having them make my canines slightly larger...for that year round vampire look but how realistic is that...honestly:P). I mean, it would be nice to have perfect teeth but that is also what makes them look FAKE. I did, however, insist on white teeth. Not crazy wicked white (like Ross after the tooth whitening incident) but whiter than what I have. They look like you have had a whitening treatment done but amazingly, they're not that much brighter than what I have. Never realized how white my natural teeth are until comparing them to the examples. Pretty fucking cool. Anyway, surgery is on Monday and that should go pretty smooth. Tuesday, however will be the epitome of pain and suffering. I don't know for sure if they give you scripts for pain meds but I'm hoping for the hook up with some Vicodin. I'll eat those bastards like candy. Wednesday should be the emergence of any bruising. Oh joy. I looked like someone beat the living hell out of me when I had my wisdom teeth cut out (blacked both of my eyes, cheeks very bruised, etc) so I can just imagine I'll look like the poster child for domestic violence or something when this is all said and done.
Oh...sorry, got away from what the fuck I was going to say. Been a little ADD like that lately. So yeah..I'm scared of a few things but pain has NEVER been an issue. I'm scared shitless of this though. I am 'I want my mommy to come hold my hand' scared. I can't even think about it much because I start freaking out. Not just getting shakey but I start feeling sick and hot and all sorts of dizzy and light headed. Panic attack is probably what someone would diagnos it as but I'm just calling it nerves;) They also gave me a pill to take the night before so that I will get some sleep. I'll probably end up puking my guts out before I take it. Dear christ, this is scary.
Ok, so I'm working myself up just talking about it. *takes pulse* *does some deep breathing* *tries to relax and changes the subject*
Started reading "The Da Vinci Code". Will let you know wtf all the hype is about when I'm finished.
Wanna know what a lame ass I am? I catalogued all of my mix cds the other night. Yup. Was up to 3am doing it and then spent 2 or 3 hours the next day. At least I now know I have 'Shy' by Ani DiFranco and 'We're In This Together' on WAAAAY too many cds. WTF. Must start cross refrencing (sp?)them before making another cd. Damnit.
Ok, must get to bed. I mean, I do have to be back in to work in less than 8 hours. A Mel with less than 8 hours of sleep does not a happy Mel make. *wonders if that makes any sense at all* *decides she doesn't care and said fuck it all*