Loading ...There’s a weird dialogue going on in my head. Me vs Me. Me vs this fucking toothache. And did I misspell fucking? Because my spell-checker has flagged it.
If you think for one moment the dialogue in my head is a pep-talk, you’d be wrong. Its more like a pity-party, which is why I won’t script it here. It isn’t often I throw such a party, but I feel like I deserve it today. The tylonol isn’t working.
I was going to save the good stuff for a rainy day. When I looked outside, it was raining.
If Cleto doesn’t stop meowing, I’m going to have him turned into a hat.
I would go back to bed, but I have errands to run. I’m hating those too. I’m hating all the little necessities that, on a good day, are a nuisance, but seem like hell on earth today.
Did I say dialogue? Its more like an octologue or an ennealogue. There are many of me after all. Somewhere in there is the little voice that says “It’ll get better”. If I could find that voice I’d rip out its tongue.
I know it’ll get better.
But its not just the pain. Its the whole damned stream of negativity that the pain has set to flowing.
Its also Cleto bugging the crap out of me, just asking to be a hat.
Well the good meds are kicking in, just enough to dull the pain to almost bearable. I suppose this is my window of opportunity to do those miserable errands.
Have a nice day.
Buy me a beer!
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Whoa, that’s no fun. Hope you’re feeling better by now. I hate tooth pain, but am luckily quite free of most of it.
I also hope that Cleto has decided to shut up. I know I have days when I wish our kitty would just SHUT UP! But, I am rarely able to get her to comply. She is a cat, after all.
Good luck. Sounds really crappy.
Its fucking awful. Seriously.
I think I’m going to have the last of my whiskey. Its for a good cause. I don’t know if it’ll relieve the pain, but maybe I won’t care as much.
However, mood-wise, I’m feeling much better than I was this morning. Still in awful pain but the conversation in my head has gotten less dire.
Earlier I was running through an inventory of every awful thing that has happened in my life ever ever ever. Now I’m just thinkin’ how much this pain sucks.
Thats better right?
Your tooth situation totally sucks.
Glad your mood is better, though the distraction imposed by the tooth isn’t really the ideal distraction. Still, it seems to pale in comparison to your life-horrors stroll down memory lane.
I presume Cleto is still in regular cat form and is not a Cat-As-A-Hat?
damn right you spelled “fucking” correctly.
i hate those days. it sucks, but yes, thinking about your current, physical pain is most definitely an improvement (and i hope that goes away soon, too). those days’ll eat your soul if they go on too long, and possibly leave you short one cat.
regret is a mean, ugly bitch.
Yeah, considering the nature of some of my life-horrors, the toothache, in comparison, is pretty fucking mundane. But the toothache is immediate and the horrors are in the past and we Geminis don’t tend to carry around a lot of past-horror baggage (unless it makes a really good story).
The toothache has been better today. Still twingy, but far more bearable. Tomorrow it’ll be gone. I demand it.
Cleto is still in cat form, though he really would make a nice hat. Of course, he thinks I’d make a nice brisket. Maybe its best we stay in our present forms for now.
*nom nom nom*
Yeah, best to keep your current forms, but cast a wary eye towards each other every now and then to make sure you both know where you stand.