Friday, January 3, 2014
Not So Bad A Day
This camellia is blooming now. I think it is exquisite.
I felt good enough today to go out and pick it. This is major.
I spent quite a bit of time on the phone today with Norma Jean, the receptionist for the periodontal surgeon. The antibiotic I've been on hasn't really done shit so I had to steel myself (and you have no idea how much internal fortitude this took) to call in and report that fact and she and the Dr. conferred and the bottom line is- I'm going in next Friday to get the tooth out of there and there will be bone grafts.
But Norma Jean (whom I am in deep love with at the moment) told me that she too had had an extraction and bone graft and it wasn't that bad. She also started listing all the drugs they would be giving me for the procedure and I was like, "Shut up. Okay. I'm there."
They think I'm a complete flake at the periodontal surgeons.
My. How completely right they are. I think they believe I'm afraid of pain although I told them it wasn't the pain at all. That I'd had four kids without anesthesia, three at home, one weighing over ten pounds. I don't LIKE pain but that's not what I'm afraid of.
I don't actually know what I'm afraid of but it's not pain.
Anyway, la-di-dah. Let's get this show on the road. Yank that motherfucker and give me the gold from the crown and let me get it melted down into something I can wear around my neck.
God it's cold. And getting colder. Mr. Moon and I have been playing cards and listening to records and now I'm about to cook some snow crab legs and I've gotten some sweet news that I'm not really ready to talk about because anxiety is like being in a glass cage where everything that happens on the outside isn't really real but I think it is and fuck me if the Augmentin isn't starting to work and maybe I'll live.
Ain't that camellia beautiful?
I picked it. Myself. From a bush I planted nine years ago.