it's out!!!

So I went in for my dental surgery as planned on Friday afternoon. I had prepared myself mentally for all the pain and discomfort most people talk about after having dental work done. I think I might be a bit of a masochist, as I was actually looking forward to the surgery.

My surgeon had a very calming voice. Calming in that I believe a conversation with him would leave anyone in a comatose state. Picture Norman Bates in a white lab coat. His voice was sooo monotonic I almost didn't need the novocaine to numb me. But I was glad for it. I think the novocaine injections were the most painful part of the procedure. The first injection to my outter gums caught me off guard and forced a tear to my eye. The second injection he warned me about so it didn't hurt as much. Five minutes later the Dr. announced we were ready to begin.

It's a weird feeling seeing all this work being done on you and not feeling a damned thing. I imagine that's what an out of body experience must feel like. I was awake for the whole procedure, which only took about 30 minutes. My Dr. was grinding, twisting, and pulling and out came the bloody tooth. Wow...that's cool. Next he came at me with his drill...well a drill, not HIS drill. I saw a pretty large drill bit attached to it and I thought WTF? Next thing I know he's drilling into my bone, which of course I don't feel a damned thing except slight pressure. He inserted the titanium post into the bone and started racheting it in place as if he were working on a car engine...that was cool too. I felt the tightening pressure as he screwed the post into place. A bit of cadaver bone grafting around the metal post and a couple stitches later and voila! he was done. Oh, but the stupid dental assistant did clip my bottom lip with the scissors she was using to cut the string. My lips were already dry and parched from having them out stretched for so long. Ahem...they're not used to that. Anyway, luckily she clipped me with the dull edges near the handle so they only pinched my lips and didn't cut. Otherwise, a bitch would've had to been slapped.

I have to wait two months for the post to heal into the bone before I can have my replacement tooth put on. So for now I'm walking around with a whole in my grill. It's off to the side so it's not really noticeable unless I smile widely, which I've learned not to do. Or unless you're sitting off to my left as I'm talking. I had always prided on the fact that my grill was almost perfect. People would always compliment me on my toofeses, but now I'm all self-conscious and shit. I hate it!!! I can't wait to have my implant in.

Moral of the story...kids take care of your teeth!!! In two weeks I get to see my hot dentist...yay!!!

say ahhhh.../happy friday!!!

In about half an hour I get to leave work for the day. Yay!!! However in two hours I'll be going in to have some dental surgery done. Yay!!!

My friends don't understand how I can be looking forward to having this procedure done, but I am. A lil' over a year ago one of my toofeses cracked. I was a broke mo fo back then so I couldn't afford to go to the dentist, so I let it be. It didn't hurt or anything, but whenever my tongue would scrape against it I felt something was not right. Well...little by little the tooth fell apart and now well it's almost non-existent. I know gross right? Anywho, I'm having what's left removed and getting an implant.

This is my first time having any surgery and I've opted for the local anesthesia. Hopefully, after this procedure I won't develop a fear of dental work. I'm sure I won't 'cause my dentist is hot! Sadly though, I won't be seeing my hot dentist today. Instead I'll be stuck with my mouth wide open for an elderly man.

So, that's how I plan to spend my Friday. I hope my face doesn't swell up during the weekend. That would suck. So I guess this will be a quiet relaxing weekend, with little pain...I hope.

I hope you all have a great weekend. Have fun, have a few drinks for me, and enjoy yourselves. Much love.

the trouble with home schooling...

While visiting with family this passed weeekend I got the opportunity to catch up with a cousin I hadn't seen or spoken to in about three years. He is a couple years older than I am, is married, and has children ages 6 and 8. They're a good Christian family and early on decided that homeschooling would be best for their children.

Now I agree public schools do a poor job of instilling good morals and respect, however I also feel that missing out on the public school experience also robs children of valuable real-world socialization.

Case in point: Saturday morning my cousin was driving his son and daughter and a 12 year-old little neighbor girl, Lizy, to his son's little league game. Lizy is African-American. En-route to the game my cousin came to a stop at a red light on a corner on which a young African-American male was sitting on his bike. Innocently enough, my cousin's 8 year-old son turns to Lizy and asks, "Hey Lizy, do you know him?"
"No!", responded Lizy with a wabble of her neck and a look of insult on her face.
"He's black...", pointed out my cousin's son as if it weren't obviously apparent to her. Making the assumption that because she's black and the guy on the corner is black that they should have some kind of relation.

In the kid's defense, there are only a handful of African-Americans in their small town. So the odds that there would be some relation, be it relative or acquaintance, are pretty good. However, coming from a little freckled white boy (my cousin married a Caucasian) it doesn't sound right. Good thing my cousin and his wife are considering enrolling them in school next year. Better they ask these ignorant questions and learn now, than as teenagers and they get their asses kicked.

the value of a dollar

I created this little shirt for my 5 year-old godson while back home this passed weekend. As you can see it's made out of a dollar bill...cash origami if you will.

He was entertained for about a minute. Then he informed me that he already had money, "I don't need another dollar, I already have two."

"Well now you have three". I tell him.
"No, I'm going to give this one to Louie". Louie is my nephew, his cousin.

So he ran off and gave the dollar shirt to my nephew. Then he was back in a flash and announced that he was going to run home to get his two dollars and off he went.

"Boy is he going to be dissapointed when he realizes that he spent those two dollars on candy earlier today", his mother tells us just as soon as he leaves. Sure enough, not five minutes later he barged in with a huge frown on his face.

"What happened?", I inquired trying not to laugh.
"Well, my dad spent it all!", he sulked and began crying.

After his mother explained to him about his candy spree earlier in the day and he realized his mistake, he cried some more. For the remainder of my stay he kept hinting at wanting another dollar shirt, which I didn't give him of course. Hey, it's my duty as his godfather to teach him these life lessons. Maybe now he'll realize the value of a dollar.