Daily spewage of a bitter mind.

“Bite down… no, try again.  Hmm, try a nom nom nom action.  You know you’re chewing on your tongue, right?  Nurse, we have a possessed tongue here.”

Evidently the dentist over numbed my mouth and I couldn’t tell what the heck I was doing.  I still can’t.   They had a heck of a time controlling where my tongue went.  Afterwards they told me to get some Advil… and oh boy that was a treat.  I couldn’t tell if the soda I bought was up to my mouth or not.  I ended up having to coordinate drinking in my rear-view mirror.  And then I had to dig around in my mouth for the pill to make sure I had swallowed it.

Anyone watching me in my car probably would have thought I was reenacting the “two weeks” scene from Total Recall.

I wanted to call in sick, at least until the numbness wore off in a few hours, but I remembered my boss was out today.  I’m just hiding in my office until then.

Oh, did I mention I have an office?  I just moved from my cube yesterday.  I feel all fancy schmancy in here.  It’s not anywhere near as big as past offices I’ve had, but offices are hard to come by here so it’s quite a privilege, especially when you are not a manager.  It’s only temporary I’m sure, but it’ll be nice while it lasts.

~ by dmoola on September 22, 2009.