Camera Obscura

It has most certainly been one of the more mysterious weeks I have ever spent living. I don't often write in real time. Or at least I try not to, because really how interested are you in the immediate inner-workings of a girl you don't know. You don't need to hear about her every detail of the past week like a full diary now lost.

The pain pills made it so fuzzy, and the pain, in my ears, just roaring. Many motions and steps of the last week have been quite the blur. The food has tasted like none other, I could tell you that sincerely but, speaking as someone who doesn't do the whole surgery thing that often, getting your wisdom teeth out is a bitch. And that is just the truth of it all.

And what do you need to do these days to make a clot stay around? I fed it, I rinsed it, I numbed it and still, I lost my clot. Lost it? Where could it have possibly gotten to? Did I just misplace it, like here today gone tomorrow, but he'll be back? Did that gauze seem way more exciting than hanging out in an empty hole where a tooth once was? Sigh. 

There was a lot of soup. And mashed potatoes. At the end of the day I was told that my sockets were just too dry. Too dry?? Great. As though the last six months of unemployment have given me nothing else to do, the powers that be might as well make me suffer for a bit longer because really, what else am I doing? So I trudge through. Feeling slightly more poetic than usual. Knowing that my dad just got a text and it said Alvin and the Chipmunks were casting. Funniest joke all week. 

Just a girl, making sense of the pain, with chattering teeth, and a serious hangover from the pain pills in question. We aim to entertain. That clot should have stuck around.