Tomorrow at the earliest
In my piddly little dental saga, i've come to this decision at this point, i will not be using an ambulance when other things are happening, it needs to be as simple as possible.
I told dad to not come back home till after his time with his brothers, he's got a dr. appointment at 10, and oh my goodness i could go into so much more detail, how he prefers to sleep fully clothed seated instead of lying down, well 6:20 he's out the door, and hopefuly i'll be alone till about 4pm.
I can even taste my rotten tooth too btw
But i'll keep on taking the meds except the penicillin, and maybe by tomorrow the swelling will come down a bit more, and keep staving off a H. trip till they're all gone, and by then they'll have done what they were meant to do.
I am also thinking how the oral surgery will not work out, we don't always catch the phone when it rings, and my brain just sees things, basic things as likely as only a small team of chimps being able to write all the works of Shakespeare. I'd have to go back to the dentist when meds run out and the nice and kind dentist will start to lose her patience with me and i'll start barking at her, and the cops will be called and i'll be in a jail cell, where i'd tie my blanket into a noose and hang myself. But they'd barge in and bark at me how i got to get the oral surgery done, and i'd whimper and say, "But how?" and they'd laugh and say "they'll call you" but they never will, and all this will be on a loop .... but right away i'll know the score and see how nothing is real therefore, ergo i can get a liquid THC product, and get stoned and do my usual, and not have to worry about health matters, just the inability to chew, and forever and ever i'd be getting stoned and reading and listening, listening and watching, and nothing in the world would ever change either as it's all not real, just a figment of the imagination, some game in some heavenly computer the angels are watching, or playing, that's what this is, i say hysterically, a game of the angels, realizing that is when it begins to be fun!!
I told dad to not come back home till after his time with his brothers, he's got a dr. appointment at 10, and oh my goodness i could go into so much more detail, how he prefers to sleep fully clothed seated instead of lying down, well 6:20 he's out the door, and hopefuly i'll be alone till about 4pm.
I can even taste my rotten tooth too btw
But i'll keep on taking the meds except the penicillin, and maybe by tomorrow the swelling will come down a bit more, and keep staving off a H. trip till they're all gone, and by then they'll have done what they were meant to do.
I am also thinking how the oral surgery will not work out, we don't always catch the phone when it rings, and my brain just sees things, basic things as likely as only a small team of chimps being able to write all the works of Shakespeare. I'd have to go back to the dentist when meds run out and the nice and kind dentist will start to lose her patience with me and i'll start barking at her, and the cops will be called and i'll be in a jail cell, where i'd tie my blanket into a noose and hang myself. But they'd barge in and bark at me how i got to get the oral surgery done, and i'd whimper and say, "But how?" and they'd laugh and say "they'll call you" but they never will, and all this will be on a loop .... but right away i'll know the score and see how nothing is real therefore, ergo i can get a liquid THC product, and get stoned and do my usual, and not have to worry about health matters, just the inability to chew, and forever and ever i'd be getting stoned and reading and listening, listening and watching, and nothing in the world would ever change either as it's all not real, just a figment of the imagination, some game in some heavenly computer the angels are watching, or playing, that's what this is, i say hysterically, a game of the angels, realizing that is when it begins to be fun!!
46-50, M
