August 19, 2007

Three Days

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday Los Angeles. Wednesday New York. 

I received a reminder via email to update. Thank you, love. 

I haven't exercised in two weeks. It's a bit cruddy because I can feel the difference. I'm lethargic and weaker. And what little muscle I did have is being replaced by annoying flabby softness. And I'm moodier, I think. Let this be a lesson to you all. Exercise. I did have an excuse for stopping, though. 

I got my wisdom teeth out almost two weeks ago. Four consecutive extractions over the course of two hours as the dentist told me again and again that I was courageous and one of his best, "most composed" patients. It was not fun. Drugs are a marvelous thing, though. It would have been nice to get knocked out and just sleep through the entire thing. I've also heard tales of a place called Happy Land where some patients are sent and made blissfully loopy. But I had to make do with local anesthetic. There was no pain during the operation (again, drugs are marvelous), but being completely conscious, I was very aware of the beating my face was taking. The top ones came out pretty easily with some good hearty yanks, but the bottom ones were impacted and needed to be cut into and broken into pieces and extracted by segments. Extra x-rays had to be taken to make sure no debris remained. It was arduous and painstaking and bloody. 

After it ended, they sat me up and gave me some pills. They were to help with the pain that would inevitably come. My mouth was so swollen and numb that I had to ask the dental assistant (through gestures and indecipherable grunts) to check in my mouth to make sure I had indeed swallowed them.