I should take it easy, slow down. I want to throw up all the pictures I took Saturday night, but if I do, I'll have nothing new left to share. I won't be shooting another event until November 9. So. . . show a little restraint. I'm not sure if that has ever been my M.O., though.
Yesterday is done. I don't think the dentist likes me. He said nothing to me other than, "Open wide," and "Turn your head away from me." True. He has joined the National Guard and has that tight military haircut now. His head practically shines. I heard him say "Code 2. . . could become Code 3" to another dentist in the building and then give a quick chuckle. "Is he talking about me?" I wondered. He put the numbing agent on my gums at just past ten. I was out of the office with two new fillings at 10:36. I was one thousand dollars poorer.
And I couldn't feel my face. My right eye was numb. I put my finger to my nose, but it was gone. My tongue was useless. And I still felt like shit from the sleep aids. What to do?
I went to the pharmacy to get 2X vaxed, Moderna in one shoulder, the flu vaccine in the other. I waited to see if there would be some terrible reaction because of the novocaine. Since I never talked to the dentist, I'd forgotten to ask him to leave out the epinephrine in the numbing agent. Epinephrine really jacks me. They use it, or at least they used to, to make the novocaine last longer. Maybe they don't use either drug now. Maybe they use something else. I don't know. The dentist sure as hell didn't tell me.
When I got home, tired, numbed, confused, I decided to take a long walk. It was ok. It was fine. Then I went to the gym. They say it is better to exercise after getting vaccinated. By the time I was finished, it was 2:30. I decided to go see my mother since I was on her side of town rather than driving home and back after showering. I did a couple of chores for my mother, and when her neighbors stopped by, I took my leave. I stopped by the grocery store to get the things I needed for dinner.
Home. Soak. Shower. It was already four-thirty. I'd been drugged, vaxed, and exercised, and hadn't eaten a thing all day. What the hell. Cocktail. I sat on the deck in the pleasant afternoon and began to ache. Was it the effect of the two vaccines or was I really dying? Maybe I shouldn't be drinking on an empty stomach, I thought, but as I have previously explained, restraint may not be my M.O.
At five, I prepped an easy dinner, Japanese teriyaki noodles with lots of chopped vegetables and pieces of the roasted chicken I had bought. A big bowl. I made it extra soupy. The broth was full of jalapeño peppers, scallions, and garlic. I drank it like a tonic. It made me feel better, I thought, but I was sinking with the sun. The achiness was settling in. I couldn't wait to go to bed.
I am still aching this morning. Not bad. Both shoulders are sore, but not bad either. I got out of bed too early. My eyes are bad and I saw the red lcd lights on my 1970s clock radio wrong. But the maids are coming today, so I won't be able to go back to bed, I think. The house is still a mess. I have camera gear spread out everywhere. Maybe I should go back to bed now. It is still dark outside. Maybe I should take some Tylenol.
Dare I eat a peach?
Things will be better tomorrow. I am certain of it. And then it will be Halloween. And then we will change the clocks, and everything will go haywire again. Nobody wants to change the clocks. Why do we still do it? It is madness.
Well. . . that was a shitty report. But it is all I've got. We change the clocks and then we vote. Maybe you already have. I like walking in on Election Day. I'm fairly traditional that way. I don't understand voting early. What if something happened? What if one of the candidates was found at the 11th hour to be a murderer or child rapist? It wouldn't make a difference, though, I guess. Most of you still wouldn't change your vote. We no longer share a common morality. The compass has been broken. Up is down, black is white. There is only one side vs. the other.
I've given up on all of that. I now only wish to document the bright underbelly of life. Bright underbelly? Does that make sense?
Have you ever seen a shark from underneath?
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