ďO! This learning, what a thing it is.Ē Ė William Shakespeare
I am so unbelievably excited about my first class next Wednesday. Iíve received all the books and memorized the syllabus, Iíve begun to read assignments and Iíve completed the registration process on my student web site. What fun, how STIMULATING this all is, I am buzzing with energy and drive, and fuck, it feels great. I feel like Iím not wasting time, I feel ALIVE. Whew! Anyway, thatís that. Iím crossing my fingers that my recovery from oral surgery takes less that 5 days, because Iíd hate to miss a night of my first course.
I wasnít concerned about the recovery too much, until SOMEONE yesterday, a coworker, came into my office and said the following: ďSo, I heard that your wisdom tooth root has gone into your sinuses. That happened to me, you know, right here,Ē she pointed high on her left cheek. ďYou know what they did to me? They had to drill up into my sinuses to get the rest of it, and then, because there was a big hole in my sinuses after that, they had to take skin from the inside of my cheek to reconstruct the passageÖ man, I was out for a WEEK. The stitches were huge, but donít worry, I donít remember any pain, I was pretty much knocked out and sleeping from the pain killers for the entire week.Ē
UhÖ AH! I chanted inside my head a tune about my resiliency, my ability to heal quickly, that this will be NICE for me, that after this there will be no more pain in my mouth, and Iíll have a weekend off, to watch TV, sip through a straw, relax and read. WHY she had to tell me all that, I do not know. But I will NOT let it affect me. If I can suffer through years of deep cavities and impacted teeth, I can certainly handle the removal of these proverbial splinters in my jaw. AND, Iíll have a perfectly good reason to get doped up on painkillers and act like a nincompoop. Chances like that donít come every day, my friends.
Okay, moving onÖ my office is clean and in order, I am knocking shit out, just like I said I would. Iím SO good. Yesterday, I wore my new boots to the office. Mm, my new booooots. I wish I had a picture to post. Platform, huge, long, grip-able heel, laces, leather. I could have taken them to bed, but I refrained, for my fatherís sake. Ah yes, I had dinner with Dad last night, laundry and laughter, a wonderfully chill evening. I left the boots side by side, on display, on the table. For our mutual appreciation, only it wasnít really mutual. But no matter, because I could see them. M.s. has pleased me greatly!
Tomorrow night, Iím going red-in-the-head again. This week is just packed with all kinds of fun! Okay, back to work, I do have to remember my priorities here. Fuckiní A.