August 23, 2005

• In the last blog, I put the Un-thesaurus-ize (answer) right in the Thesaurus-ize  question.  That won't make people figure it out, huh?

  
  

  Tooth

  
  

  This was my first time to this Oral Surgeon.  When trying to find it, I pulled into the wrong parking lot (it was located in a curve in the road).  My hunni said we could just park here and walk across.  There was an opening between cars, so I did what any red-blooded American would do and drove my four-wheel drive truck over the curb stones and into a parking spot in the adjoining lot.  Works for me!

  
  

  How do we know that the toothbrush was invented in Mississippi?  Anywhere else and they would have called it a teethbrush!  (You can change that joke to fit whatever place you like.)

  
  

  The tooth is out.  It will bother me no more, except that I put it under my pillow last night and it was still there this morning.  What's up with that?  The Oral Surgeon gave me a couple of shots to start the numbing process.  He came back in a little later and repeated the process.  My lower lip was supposed to get numb, but it didn't.  So, he repeated the process the third time.  Then he came in to extract that tooth.  When he tugged around on it, it hurt really bad.  So, he repeated the shot process again.  After waiting just a little bit, the gum, check, lower lip, and part of my nose were finally numb.  He knew he could get it out of there now.  It still hurt when the root was breaking away, and made some wild noises that didn't really sound good.  That tooth was the first of the large teeth on the bottom.  It has the biggest roots of all of them.

  
  

  The after pain is from my TMJ and having my mouth propped open so wide.  I wanted him to teleport the tooth out of there, but his teleporter was working.  Nope, the lazer wouldn't work either.  I think an EMP zapped all his stuff earlier that day.  By late evening, there was a little ache where the tooth was, but the TMJ is killing me.  Can you say "pain killers"?

  
  

  Mr. Borg

  
  

  There are a few doctors (a general practitioner, a neurosurgeon, and a couple of neurologists) that have rated me as a medicinal failure.  That means that my body assimilates drugs very fast and that it requires more of the drug to do what they intend it to do.  I can reach the maximum allowed dosage in a very quick time and the drug loses its effectiveness.  I guess this is another reason that I don't like prescription drugs (or any drugs, for that matter).  Though I will admit that I like these pain killers right now (even though I'm taking enough to put a rather large mammal to sleep).

  
  

  If you're a drug, I'll assimilate you.  Just call me Mr. Borg.  I might not be a good looking fellow, but I've got all the Borgs on TV beat in the looks department!  LoL!  I also have some metal parts like them, but they are not visible (only the scars).

  
  

  Thesaurus-ize

  
  

  The aggregation of illustration is only a simulacrum of the visible cosmos.

  
  

  Un-thesaurus-ize

  
  

  21 August 2005: "Hitch your wagon to a star." Ralph Waldo Emerson (as if you didn't know) 
  

  
  

  The FogWalker returns to the pain killers......maybe some more sleep....

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