Thursday, March 21, 2002


From intervals of Percocet and 600mg tablets of Ibuprofen, to a timely rotation of Penicillin and Vicoden, I'm feeling a hell of a lot better, emotionally. Physically, I can honestly say, I've had better days ---- like, playing soccer in the pouring rain at 30 degrees or getting cranked in the thigh with a frozen ball or falling off a motorcycle into a tree at 40mph OR snapping my left leg in half with my right ski, on a rope tow an hour away from the closest hospital.

THE DIGRESSION: I went home wed night for an early thurs appointment. When I got to my appointment this morning, the doctor took about 35 minutes running his fingers through the back of my mouth, putting metal objects against my cheek, irrigating my wounds, shoving a rather large piece of gauze into one socket, sticking a thermominomomitor in my ear, twice, and then proceeding to tell me that he doesn't know if I have a dry socket, an infection, or just incredibly sore cheek muscles. At that point, I think I was about to cry.

So, I'm feeling a little better. I got to miss French, which just about made my day. Oh! And I got to download Vanessa Carlton's "A Thousand Miles". It's a good tune. Anyway, with a little hope, a little more strength, and a jagged little pill, I'm looking forward to tomorrow. Peace.


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