It's never good when I take days off without having very solid plans. I can't simply rest. As long as I'm writing, I can hang onto an illusion that by writing I'm managing to stave off some sort of inevitable catastrophe. The nature of this catastrophe is always vague, but usually begins with homelessness, then explores the nether regions of destitution. This is one reason that I write so much. I imagine writing keeps the wolves at bay. I stop writing, and there's nothing but my thoughts, unless I remain mentally active. So, there's never really any rest, not really. I've just been trying to catch up on all the sleep I lost in December, but I didn't leave the house yesterday and may not today, and the thoughts of catastrophe are pressing in at me. I don't know how people rest, how they take time off, how they stop. My rare "vacations" are rarely restful, as rest of the "not doing anything" sort only stresses me out more.
And it's all sort of beside the point, what I may have hoped to do this week and how the weather is making a shambles of those plans, as the coughing has stopped, finally, and the Bad Tooth has become excruciating again. Spooky's calling the dentist today, and I expect it will be pulled in the next few days. Good riddance.
I have no solid plans for today. But I will fret. I begin to think I should spend today and tomorrow starting something for Sirenia Digest #38.
Something nice yesterday in the mail, something from Neil. I think that was yesterday's one bright spot.
The low point was discovering that there's a very minor error in the header of Sirenia Digest #37. I asked Gordon to correct it, and Spooky's has just done a second mailing to subscribers. The only difference is the correction to the header.
I wonder if I could find something erotic about tooth pain?
Oh, I almost forgot to include something cheerful. (Sarcasm, people.)
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Comments
The euphoria of a sudden cessation of that pain, maybe? My friends think Darvocet makes me loopy, but it really doesn't; I'm just so damn grateful to not hurt anymore. (And I think you are wise to get the tooth out altogether... a botched root canal brought teh Darvocet into my life.)
(And I think you are wise to get the tooth out altogether... a botched root canal brought teh Darvocet into my life.)
A root canal is no longer an option.
The only erotic thing I can think of about tooth pain is getting rid of it otherwise you are just covering ground already covered by Jack Nicholson in 'Little Shop of Horrors'. ;-)
Make sure to get some ice cream with real vanilla in it for after the extraction. Make milkshakes or slurries with it and eat it with a spoon (no straw because sucking could dislodge your clot.) My dentist swears that the vanilla and cold helps stop the bleeding and keep the swelling down. It was one of the more pleasant prescriptions I ever got from my dentist.
Tell your brain resting is work...
Ha!
Sorry. Not trying to be an ass, really. That was my honest, initial reaction.
Make sure to get some ice cream with real vanilla in it for after the extraction.
Sadly, my teeth have all become so cold sensitive this isn't really an option.
Yeah...I know I'm not a happy little elf.
If anyone can, it's you.
Thank you.
(I would merely offer that a sexually sadistic dentist brings the idea of S&M to a whole 'nother level.)
Nah, too easy. Too obvious.
'Oh, baby...I've got a big juicy oblique supragingival fracture for you...yank it, baby, yank it...all the way out of my gums...oh god...'
...Um.
Okay, this is why you're writing Sirenia and I'm not.
Okay, this is why you're writing Sirenia and I'm not.
Possibly, yes.
Hell, if there are fetish videos out there of women sitting on balloons or wearing puffy jackets, there's got to be a market for tooth-pain porn.
True fact.
[cigar-chomping Preston Sturges-style agent, rapid-fire delivery] 'It's an untapped market, kid. Write us up some dental porn. Maybe a hot girlie goes to the dentist. Maybe the dentist is also a hot girlie. Heck, it practically writes itself, kid. But you're the writer, you know more about that. Maybe the dentist could sparkle or something, the kids like that.'
Uh, that somehow turned into Jack Lipnick in Barton Fink towards the end there.
[cigar-chomping Preston Sturges-style agent, rapid-fire delivery] 'It's an untapped market, kid. Write us up some dental porn. Maybe a hot girlie goes to the dentist. Maybe the dentist is also a hot girlie. Heck, it practically writes itself, kid. But you're the writer, you know more about that. Maybe the dentist could sparkle or something, the kids like that.'
Nice.
If it means the new and razor-edged ones are growing in?
If it means the new and razor-edged ones are growing in?
I was thinking of something along those lines.
Yay. Speaking (perhaps) of which, I thought of you:
The restless ocean and the souls that breathe within
I'm tired of treading when there's someplace else to swim
I'm praying for something that's worth drowning for . . .
—Jill Tracy, "The Water Flows So Slow"
I'm praying for something that's worth drowning for . . .
That line is superb!
I loved the odd tenderness of their relationship contrasting with the violent backdrop of the situation. It was beautiful.
Saw Let the Right One In last night. It was amazing.
Good. I really need to read the novel now.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/7811875.stm
After my dental surgery (a couple of weeks ago) I began to feel much healthier. Good luck to you.
After my dental surgery (a couple of weeks ago) I began to feel much healthier.
That's pretty much what I'm hoping for.
Hmm, maybe not tooth pain as such, but I immediately thought of Poe's Berenice.
Although I really like the idea of pain caused by impending transformation/transgression/as a signal of things to come.
Although I really like the idea of pain caused by impending transformation/transgression/as a signal of things to come.
Noted.