Inkless

I went to the dentist today. It was supposed to be one of those regular scrap the plaque off my teeth then put that weird-tasting enamel protector crap on appointments. It did not end that way.

First of all, the dentist suggested that I get some braces and she recommended the Invisalign ones. Mmm, clear socially-harmless teeth correction. All for a low price of 4 to 6 grand. I think I’ll sleep on that one and perhaps call up the health insurance folks.

After the consulting, she said that I should pull one of my wisdom teeth (apparently tooth #16 on the dentist-teeth-map) since it grew out a little already. I said “f-it” and gave her the okay since I figure Spring break is a great time to recover.

Full tale after the jumpage.

-START OF BITCHING ABOUT GUMS-

Now, from first-hand accounts of Suraj’s wisdom teeth experience, I could only expect the worst - the poor man drank fruit smoothies for a week. Well, she injected me with needle after needle of the anasthesia cause I kept feeling pain. (I later realized this was a grave mistake when my face felt like it was melting.)

A surprising strong thrust and yank later, out pops my wisdom tooth giant root and all. This sucker was a big one. I would put up a picture of it, but I figure I should save your keyboards the vomit. Just to give you a slight idea, the thing was 20 percent tooth that you could have seen and 80 percent root. Therefore, I have this interesting 2 cm deep canyon in my gums.

It’s not a nice feature either. It oozes blood-pus all day and the resulting pain (after the numbness subsided) is so deep that it gives me headaches. I’m writing with a good amount of anti-biotics and anti-pain medicines in my blood. In addition to its properties as a blood fountain, it also happens to be a preferred hiding spot for chewed up food. There is nothing more precious than fishing shreds of noodle out of a bloody socket in your gums - really, quite an experience.

The best part is that this is not the end of my adventures with wisdom teeth and dentiistry. There’s 3 more other wisdom teeth just waiting to be uprooted and leaving their own legacy of molar-hell. Oh, the joys of growing up!

-END OF BITCHING ABOUT GUMS-

Okay onto other matters.

Friends - we need to go somewhere during this week. Both our companionship and my social sanity requires it. Now, some of you may want to go do something adrenaline-producing and blood-pumping, but I’m going to have to differ.

I want nothing more during this break than to just-

(There’s a dumbass with a 300zx revving outside right now. Damn inconsiderate neighbors whose parent’s left them a house because they are inadequate.)

Ok, I think that interruption sums up my goals of this Spring break. I just want to get away from this overly arrogant, overly achieving, perfection-driven, “Hi, my name is [Christian name but Asian face] and I want to be an I-banker”, “Bro, you know we be getting Hyphy in the YAY-Area,” “[...] I can’t believe she didn’t like, use a condom, hahaha,” artificial world.

(All quotes are first hand accounts.)

I was thinking a trip down Highway 1, maybe down near Carmel. The ocean is going to be mind-blowing this time of year down there and we will probably catch some kind of expensive, exotic car meet. I also want to find a good shellfish place and have a good meal.

This would definitely not be an exciting trip going down to a small, nice town and visiting their beach, but I know it’ll be relaxing. Hence, I’m not really planning to go “do” anything other than just take in the sights. I know Jae is in, despite his notoriously flanky nature, so if others wanna sign up, give me a call or leave a comment.

Again, I must warn about the nothingness that will happen, but that is exactly the joy I need out of life right now.

Night.