NaBloPoMo’08, Day 30: Drawing to a Close

Thirty days later, I made it through NaBloPoMo 2008.  I’m glad to have done it, even though there were some days that it would have been easier not to have posted at all.  But I made the commitment to do it, and I did it.

Let’s recap what happened this month:

All in all, I had a pretty eventful month to blog in.  Looking back, though I’m amazed both at how busy it was and how much I got accomplished.  I’m really pleased with all of the things that I got done.  November was a good month, in spite of some of the major hurdles.

I think I’ve said this in the last two years that I’ve participated, but this year, it really isn’t about the potential prize at the end.  I realized while working on this project that I’ve come back to my high school moniker of “Class Writer”, that The Boy’s medium is the proverbial paintbrush, and mine really is the pen.  It’s just easier to express myself through my writing than it ever was through art – perhaps that’s why I had such a hard time in college forcing a square peg into a round hole.

At any rate, I’ve really enjoyed telling stories on the days that I did tell them, and I realize that I am full of stories that I’d like to tell.  As it is, I have several stories that I’d like to tell that didn’t make it to these pages.  But the important part of participating in NaBloPoMo this year is that I made the commitment to write and I did it.  And my hope for being able to write a piece to eventually get published is that much more attainable.

NaBloPoMo’08, Day 29: Cranky

I woke up this morning swollen and looking like Quagmire.  I don’t hurt like I did yesterday, but I am achy and cranky, and mood-swingy from the painkillers.  I didn’t think it would be weird to not have the teeth, but it is.  I feel the gaps in the back, and my teeth don’t feel as packed in as before.

I just can’t wait to eat normal, solid food again.  Now I know why models are cranky – hunger’ll do that to you.

NaBloPoMo’08, Day 28: My Favorite Legal High

I got up bright and early this morning, put on my full face of makeup, did my hair, wore my most comfortable pear of jeans and a comforting sweater, had a last cigarette, and headed out to get my wisdom teeth pulled at 8.

I was uncertain of the building, I’ve driven by it hundreds of times en route to Great Lakes mall – it’s a big 70’s monster of a building, so I had little hope of what the offices looked like.  I was pleasantly surprised: the office was furnished like a living room from the early 90’s – a little dated, but very comfortable.  All of the nurses were very friendly, very helpful, very gentle.  And I loved my doctor, the same one who I was worried about having him stick his fingers in my mouth when I had never met him.  He shook my hand, talked me through the procedure and answered all my questions…he even called at 8:00 tonight at my house and asked how I was doing.  If you live in greater Cleveland, shoot me an email, and I’ll give you his name – he was great.

I had weenied out of getting my wisdom teeth pulled for years.  I’d had four of my teeth pulled when I was nine, and I just remember the experience being painful and annoying.  I just wasn’t ready to go through it again.  But I also couldn’t take the possibility of intermittent pain to not have the teeth taken out.  The fact that I’d been through a surgery and recovery earlier this year also played a major role in finally making the decision and to not be nervous.

Honestly, I like being anesthetized – there is nothing that compares to getting that stoned, that fast, and for it to be legal.  The only bummer is that it tends to be an expensive way to get high, and I don’t do drugs otherwise.  But there’s something awesome feeling the whoosh that goes over you before you get knocked out.  I remember the last thing I said before I got knocked out was, “You guys don’t use nitrous anymore?”

Both times I was anesthetized this year, I had some fucked-up dreams – nothing I remember specifically, just that they were weird things to be dreaming about.  Like fever dreams.  I did feel some pain, and I do remember making noises to that effect, but it wasn’t like the last time that I was put under in that not only did I feel the pain as my teeth were being pulled out, I was dreaming that I was standing on my own tongue watching as they pulled them out.  I won’t forget that dream for as long as I live.

I was freezing when I came out of anesthesia, which is typical for me.  The nurse and my mom wrapped a blanket around me and talked about the aftercare, and I slept the whole ride home.  I was lucky that I slept for about two hours with ice on my jaw, so the swelling was minimal.  I spent most of the day sleeping, which was so nice.  Getting the hang of eating sucked, but I think I’ve mastered it and I should be back to French fries and steak in no time.

NaBloPoMo’08, Day 26: Pre-Gaming

The Boy came over, and as promised, I made three dozen pumpkin whoopee pies.  Two dozen went home with him for the long trek to Cincinnati for Thanksgiving with the Brothers, the remainder are going with us to my mother’s cousin’s house, where we will spend after-Thanksgiving.

Also, this will be the first holiday that my brother will be in Japan, and my mother is taking it kind of rough.  This time of year sucks for her because my grandmother’s birthday was on Christmas and my uncle died in early December.  So, since both sides have Skype, Binkles is going to get up at six in the morning and have “dinner” with us with the laptop set up in his seat.

We’re going to have a scaled-down dinner with just the intimate family and small portions of the classics.  Which to me, is the perfect low-key way of spending the holidays.