unless it is. pain wrecks your brain. teeth are back at it. had to bitch up a storm to get more better antibiotics, i’ve taken too many anti-inflammatory fever-reducing things to show symptoms i guess, and the only reason i know it’s still an infection is the searing pain is the same i had before and i was going to stop bitching about this, yes?
considering … options. swear to Zarquon teeth will drive you to a life of thinking about crime. i mean, the worst thing that could happen is i get shot (no more pain) or go to jail (they have to fix my teeth there don’t they?). only problem is i’m incapable of doing anything except having these crazy thoughts and recognizing them as insane. not me insane. just my thoughts. that’s ok.
somehow i have to figure out a way to install what amounts to a small car (runs, needs work) in the lower left quadrant of my mouth.
in the meantime i would like to note that at the point you have been on the phone for over an hour and it peeps like ‘you haven’t charged me this week, i’m going to die’ and you fuss around finding the plug and plugging it and also at the time you are medicated, and already in a bit of a sweat, the phone will become pistol-hot in no time at all and you will end up with one funky, sweaty, wet phone.
and as the guide says, don’t panic.