ow. owowowowOW!!!!!

This cute little laptop keyboard is going to be my only means of communication for at least the next couple of days. What began as a regular garden-variety toothache forty-eight hours ago has pretty much become the bane of my existence. After a nearly sleepless night that involved my taking four aspirin and a tylenol 3 just to reduce the searing pain in my jaw to a not-quite-dull throb, I hauled ass to NYU Dental Hospital hoping to get a quick extraction and head over to work (yeah, I know, dumb idea). After two hours of waiting, X-rays, and more waiting, I finally got into the chair....only to be told to come back in 90 minutes when the clinic reopened. The hell??!!! So, let me get this straight: You want me to leave, go somewhere and just, I don't know, chill for a minute, and never mind the pain in my face bad enough to bring Jigsaw to his knees, right? Fuckers. Thank goodness for the diner around the corner, the charming Greek owner who kept trying to push the moussaka, and the guy who cracked me up when he tried to order a grilled cheese sandwich with ham and bacon, only to settle for just ham when he came up a dollar short. I was so busy enjoying myself that by the time I realized I had to head back to the dentist, it was almost time to do just that.


The actual procedure was interesting, to say the least. I would provide details, but that's gonna be between me and my future therapist. Let's just say that I'm quoting myself in the title of this post. Several times. Not to say anyone did a bad job, because they were great, but dentists terrify me. They should've just knocked my ass out.

At least I didn't go to work, right? I just went home, popped a Tylenol (they gave me NOTHING! Scandal!) and tried to go to sleep. Thank goodness a friend gave me Percocet. That stuff is no joke! Whooooooo....was that my hand? Coooool.....


So concluded a very tumlutous week for yours truly, one that began with my first trip to Shea for Game 7 of the NLCS. What a great game, until Molina's homer. Dammit. But I like Shea and the Mets fans a lot, and we got great seats for cheap (for a playoff game, anyway). It's not the mob scene Yankee Stadium is, although I think that may change soon. Food's better in the Bronx, though.

The next day, I headed to Atlantic City with my sister to celebrate her birthday. We. got. DRUNK. I won nothing, although my sis won $50 with 20 minutes of our arrival, blew it within a hour, and won another $50 playing the nickel slots (!!!). We had a lot of fun, and I got home at 7 the next morning. Which made my sister's birthday party that night a very....tiring experience. I tried, but when you start to feel your eyes close in the middle of a crowded club, it's time to go.

I recovered just in time to head out to BB Kings Tuesday night, where I saw Redman perform, among others...one of the best nights out I had in a while. Hold up, I just realized I have leftover wings from the club in the fridge! Ha!

The following morning, I woke up with a nagging toothache....and here we are. Or rather, here I am, minus one wisdom tooth and unable to speak. (Mostly.) Fun, fun, fun. But hey, it could've been worse. But my body is just so tired, and I know I need to take better care of myself. So, I've decided what I need is rest. I'm going to a quiet dinner party tomorrow, and then I'm going home to sleep until the Giants game starts. Just what the doctor ordered.