but what about you?

okay so

gramma linda was missing (she lives in the french quarter), but she’s turned up and is headed to rachel’s place by way of jersey.

the maxilliofacial nightmare only took 45 minutes last wednesday, thanks to the skilled mitts of dr. milder. i know have four bloody, very painful sockets where there were at one time a decayed, impacted wisdom tooth, a twice root-canaled molar, a deformed molar with a spike growing out of its crown and a “micro-dent” of an upper wisdom tooth.

too bad i went with the general anaesthesia (my first time) because i didn’t have the wits to ask to keep the two deformed ones. how cool, eh?

follow-up appointment is tomorrow @ 4 and i’m out of vic. moved to solid foods yesterday by way of domino’s steak pizza.

we’d originally ordered deep-dish, but got a call back stating “we’re out of deep-dish. is hand-tossed okay?” after suppressing giggles, we consented. the domino’s pizza guy shows up just as my team gets jumped by nek’rosh – going on about how my name isn’t on the call box out front.

we get the yummie smelling pie out only to discover that, contrary to our specific instructions, the ‘za’s covered in mushrooms (yay! more for me!). i pick out the fungus and andy chokes down two slices.

around 12.00pm all the ammoxicilin starts kicking the shit out of my belly and i’m on the pot and in pain. unhappy, can’t sleep and dreading work in the morning, i was distracted for 120 minutes by the life and death of peter sellers. good stuff really.

my hunt for a girly doctor may actually be over. julie and jonna sent some info my way. now if only they’d answer their phones….