Life’s been a pendulum swinging from one extreme to the other in the last couple weeks. Last week I had a great time playing volleyball with friends – which I haven’t done in years. Then I played Clue late into the night with some new friends [apparently that game has changed. a lot.]. Then, yesterday, I had to go to the dentist to get a filling replaced/fixed and it took 5 shots to numb me up enough to where I could live with the dental work. The first four really had very little effect, and they actually wore off in less than 5 minutes…
Well..until the work was over, and the dentist finally sat me back upright. All the anesthetic came rushing up to my jaw. [and I can just picture each injection jostling for position: “Shot # 4 reporting for duty! -No, no, I was here first! Shot #1 ready for action! -Hey wait! Shot #3 here when you need us! -Aww, man, way to be there, guys, Shot #2 bringing up the rear. -Heh, don’t worry fellas, Shot #5 has it all taken care of.” (scuffle) “I was here first!” “Outta my way” “Stop shoving, you’ll get your turn!” (chaos ensues)] …
Pardon me. I’m not quite sure why, but I’ve been particularly imaginative lately.
Anyway, the right side of my mouth was numb from about 9:45am until about 4pm yesterday. I didn’t have breakfast, and I tried to eat something around 10, but even with just a tiny bite, I could barely swallow anything. I was actually afraid I’d choke while driving. By lunchtime, I could swallow, but I still couldn’t feel anything on the right side of my mouth. It’s really strange to take a drink of water, and not feel part of your tongue being wet. Much worse to try to eat a delicious peach, and discover you can only taste with half of your tongue. Eating is not nearly so enjoyable if half of your tongue isn’t even into it.
But all’s well that ends well on that front. I’m back to tasting with my whole tongue and things are delicious again.
Last night then, I decided to go see Harry Potter. Kind of a last minute thing, but I saw all the previews anyway. [I’m quite on the fence about Sherlock Holmes.] I enjoyed the movie. It wasn’t super-fantastic, but it was good. More humorous than usual, I thought. And I was generally impressed with Rupert Grint’s comedic presence. Two thumbs up, fine holiday fun.
Then I had a dream last night that has stayed with me all day. Probably influenced by Harry is a few ways, actually. My dreams are almost always action-adventure — I’m always being chased/searching for something/trying to escape or something like that.
And so I’m being chased and someone is with me…not sure who…but they’re depending on me to lead. We’re looking for something and trying to stay under-the-radar as we do. And so, I find this reddish-brown speckled powder. It’s some kind of spice blend (!) that’s tasty but extremely hot, and apparently explosive (!). [cue Twilight Zone music]
I find this stuff and then stumble on a brutally hot guy that I must know pretty well because we start making out and licking the spice blend off of each other’s fingers. [I think part of it may have actually exploded.] We were in a safe place, and it was a hot scene. And then I woke up.
No thanks to my alarm clock.
What I hate is that I can’t remember his face at all.
Anyway – today didn’t suck, but tonight I had to spend two frickin hours at a church board mtg, and then ended up getting a speeding ticket on the way home. First one in the Mustang. Craptacular.
Now I’m going to bed. HotSweet dreams!