self portrait thursday, at long last...

That is a Mod-Glo make up mirror type thingy. It's very neat-o and works like a charm. Unfortunately it's not worth much. I found two of them, both in travel cases, two different colors.


I went to the dentist today.
R3 and R2 have to go. She (she! my first she dentist. She's pregnant, too) said she might be able to do a root canal on R3 but I told her to forget it.
“Just forget root canals exist. Can we do that?”
She had a hard time with it but finally I got out with a scrip for vicodin and antibiotics and a promise to call Leticia the receptionist, in a week to schedule an emergency extraction.
My insurance will only pay for one emergency extraction at a time. Leticia said it could take two weeks or more to get two emergency extractions ok’d.
I said, “Well, can we put in for one, get it sooner and then just fudge the next one?
Leticia looked happy that I suggested it, somehow.
“Yes, we can do that,” she purred, as her nimble fingers danced over her keyboard.

I don’t want to take the vicodin but if the pain gets as bad as it did last night I will. Before I go to bed.
Vicodin has always annoyed me because the effects only last four hours or so. Never seems like enough.

I solved the “how to eat cereal at work at 6:30am” problem.
I went to Whole Foods and bought bulk oatmeal, oat bran, brewer’s yeast, millet and banana chips.
I have a 16oz plastic container, like a yogurt cup, but twice as big.
I tried it this morning and it worked wonderfully.
I scoop the dry ingredients out of each bag and into the cup, snap the lid on and throw it in my bag, and head to work. When I heat up the water for my instant coffee, I heat up a little cup of water for my cereal, too. Pour the water in, snap the lid back on, shake it up, let it sit for five minutes or so, et Voila!
Delicious, nutritious hot cereal, just the way I like it without a bunch of sugar or artificial flavor and color and about a million grams of fiber, at least.
I haven’t done any price comparison, but I would be willing to bet it’s cheaper than prepackaged oatmeals.

I’m happy about that.

So here I sit with antibiotics and vicodin. A six pack of beer resting at the foot of the bed. I know you aren’t supposed to take antib-s with alcohol so I’m resisting the siren call of the short-necked vixens.

It’s Thursday, I usually do my bizarre shaving rituals on Thursday. Right now I am making tomato soup, so the bizarre shaving rituals will have to wait a bit.
Ok, I think the soup is hot. I will go and eat it now and pretend my mouth doesn’t hurt.
I will try not to think about the phrase “proximity to sinus cavities”

I washed my curtains this yesterday. I dragged down the whole dusty mess that hasn't been cleaned even once in the almost four years I have lived here and threw the whole bunch into a washer with some laundry soap that someone left behind at the laundromat. I love it when that happens.
While the curtains were washing, I washed the inside of the window. I'm not hanging out the window to wash it.
I folded the heavy green draperies that came with the apartment neatly, put them in a plastic bag and threw them up on top of the closet with all the other things I never want to see again.
Some day I will have to get up there and throw all that crap away.
I rehung the sheers, dazzlingly, blindingly white sheers. Then I tossed the purple mod 70's shag pad piece of polyester cloth over the sheers and it looks great.
It's much lighter in here with out the rubberized green drapes.
The bad news is I can now see how dirty the walls are. Not that I care.

I have a little bit less than half the room done with the skully tape and I took down the Spawn poster that was covering the hole in the wall where someones stovepipe once went out with four rows of the tape which I like better than the Spawn poster. When we first moved in here there was a cheesy magazine photo of a man and a woman, sunset, the beach, etc.
I immediately tore it down and discovered the chimney hole behind it. Tommy stuck the Spawn up there and that was it. Until yesterday. Now it's 12 little skullys.

I realized today that I live alone and don't have to hide all my stuff behind the bed anymore so sticky boy hands won't touch it. The bed is about a foot from the wall and that was always my special space. Don't touch! Mememememememine.
I spent some time dragging junk out from under the bed and throwing most of it away.
Three knives. There were three knives stashed down there. Do you think I may have been a little nervous about something? I don't know.
I'm going to clean it all out and scoot the bed up against the wall. Then I will scoot the table over a foot and there will be a foot more space, theoretically. I'm sure it won't work out that way in real life.