Monday, June 27, 2011

Take Life at Swollen-Face Value

So sunday seemed a promising day, just as saturday seemed a promising day. Saturday, we went on a day long trip to the Corning Museum of glass, and corning glass company is the producer of what we call "pyrex" and optic fiber. Quite a museum, and quite a large group of highly pushy Asian who believe, just because they came thousands of miles to explore the museum, and likely do not know how to say "sorry" or "excuse me", that they can leave elbow shaped bruises in my ribs. I ish i could talk more about the museum, but all i can truly remember is being so tired that i went to the café section and slept for an hour while everybody else explored the art and ancient glass displays. I could not have been jealous, i needed sleep else i may have collapsed into a glass display case, filled with glass.
SO sunday rolls around, and i had finally caught up on sleep. I ran for 7 miles, made a curry, had a high intensity washing, played violin in my courtyard, and finally did yoga before bed. My mouth had been sore for much of the afternoon, but the pain became searing and i could feel a small army of microbes blowing my mouth up like a ballon. By the morning i appeared bedraggled, having slept an accumulative two-and-a-half hours, and as if someone had applied a local anesthetic, making me drool uncontrollably. I took the first part of the day to find ibuprofen, which as soon as its delightful magic relieved the smallest pain, I was out like a light, having procured a dentist appointment for thursday.
I could not wait for thursday, so, when i slouched into work around 1:00, i arranged, after calling 3 separate dentists, an appointment for 3:00. I got a prescription, the swelling is down, and, if the pain is too severe to sleep, i have readied myself with two metric tons of Advil and a couple bags of sleepy-time tea (with valerian root).

thank-you "person of the day"
I would like to thank Rachel Daniels for looking more concerned for me than anyone else. really excellent to feel pitied when you feel so pitiable. also to Carly for finding me another magazine in spanish, who i must send videos to on Facebook,

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