Fun With Jaw Pain

Back from Maine, back in rehearsal.

On the way up there, I was on a tight schedule to make the first of two appointments I had to have to get my wisdom teeth out, and just 20 miles short of my destination, Petey throws a tire tread.

Nice.

At least I was near a bridge so I could limp there and be in shade, and wasn't too far away from a few exits (they can get sparse up there), so AAA could get to me quickly.

The bridge overhead turned out to be a somehow appropriate road:

Got the tire taken care of, made the appointment, got the work done, rested a few days in Portland.

While there, I got to see the other family animals, Bappers the cat:

And Sasha the dog (known to some of us as "Shasta" from a malaprop of my grandfather's):

So, got a little rest, then drove back for an Ambersons rehearsal on Sunday and then an Everything Must Go one last night - I needed to have both, but it wasn't fun with the post-wisdom teeth pulling pain. I canceled Spell rehearsal tonight as I didn't need it, and actually need to do more work on my own for the show to make any rehearsal work productive. Plus my mouth hurts.

The handout from the dentist says that I should expect the pain to get worse on days 3-5 after the work, but I've seen that before and it wasn't true then. It is now. Days 1-2 were no problem at all, but it has gotten worse and then slowly better since. Maybe just another day or two of this. I hope.

So I'll try and laugh at a few things. Ha. Ha.

I just gotta say, that there's one smooth-talking Siamese . . .

(Berit thinks that the kitty is Harry Robinson of "The Harry Robinson String Sound," but he looks to me like a music lover who knows what to play on the hi-fi to appeal to a fine woman)

In any case, that cat is cooler than this pair of 40-year old post-grads:

Did you know that Schlitz was a health food?

Again, Berit jumps in to note that this isn't exactly an incorrect claim - the pilgrims didn't move on from Plymouth to elsewhere because they ran out of beer - in times when water wasn't always so safe, beer was a good substitute.

And as Berit also likes to remind me, it's always good to remember when thinking about all the many many personages of history, and their works good and bad . . . they were, quite a bit of the time, drunk off their asses.

Finally, two pieces of Star Trek geek fun - two videos enumerating all the times Dr. Leonard McCoy used his two classic phrases:

( He's Dead, Jim )

( I'm a DOCTOR, not a . . . )

Enjoy. Ow.