I'm getting good at packing

Seriously, I've somehow managed to pack my entire room into three, maybe four boxes once I get all my clothes packed. I'm impressed. I had 7 when I moved into this place. I still am not sure when or where I'm moving, or even if I'll have a job after tomorrow morning, (more fun stuff that's come up in my life) but I do know that I'll be moving very soon.

Also, there's a new post on my music blog. Check it out.

Something I really miss

I miss writing letters, and getting letters in return. Emails are cool, but there's something about writing something by hand, and reading another persons handwriting. I miss the anticipation of waiting for letters in the mail. I miss the rush of adrenaline I got when I would open the letter, unfold it and start reading. Melinda and I wrote over a hundred letters to each other. I would sit for days working on my response, carefully wording every sentence, trying to come up with questions to ask. (As if I didn't her already.) I would wait to hear from her, and she would tease me on the phone, saying she was almost done with it. I remember waiting with eagerness to get he letters in the mail.

I miss it. I wish I had a good pen pal sometimes. I have a whole case of envelopes, and a full book of stamps. I need to start writing letters.

Stealing from Kate yet again

Sorry my voice kinda rumbles a little bit. It was late and I didn't wanna wake up my other roommate. (The sober one.) Also, I should be posting some new posts on my other two blogs in the next few days; I'll let you know when I do. :)

When it rains, it pours.

Well, just as I was getting better from my tooth, I had some more fun. Tuesday night, I had a panic attack right as I went to bed. I kept waking up with the shakes, and I had awful dreams. Then I woke up puking. I couldn't keep down any food or water. I called out of work, and then went around the house puking and trying to get a level head. I finally started to feel better right around time for me to go to bed, just in time to start having sharp pains in my chest. I ignored it and went to sleep. I woke up later around 430, and the chest pain was almost unbearable. I finally called my mom and asked for a ride to the hospital. They told me it likely had esophagus damage from the heaving, and gave me a nasty liquid that numbed everything it touched. When that didn't work, the doctor ordered an EKG. They did the EKG, and the doctor came in and said my EKG was normal, looked pretty plain, expect, It was classic EKG for a blood clot in the lung. SSSOOOO I got to get blood tests done, and then they took a CT scan of my chest. Fortunately, but unfortunately, both came back normal. It's good, because I didn't have to stay. It's bad, because It doesn't really answer the questions of what is causing the chest pains. In the mean time, I now owe Halifax $4,000. That's a lot of money, and it's money I don't have. I may be able to take a tax-funded assistance, but I may not be able to prove I qualify.

All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth!

Jk. I've got four of 'em already.

However, I would LOVE those following...

Marshall JVM Head
Marshall 425 4x12 Cabinet 
Jackson Kelly 
Jackson King V V2

And about 90% of the shirts from snorgtees.

In other news, the hole in my jaw is healing well. Swelling is about all gone, as well as the pain. It looks super gross. I love it.

I have started two new blogs. One is about politics, and the other is about music.

I may or may not do a video blog soon. Maybe. We'll see.

Speed Safely.
-Jdawg

And down to 27

I am now down to 27 teeth. I'm not particularly thrilled about this. Since I've already posted the background story, I'll just talk about how the extraction went.

A few days ago, my gums started to swell up, and my tooth became extremely painful. I realized the time for dragging my feet was up, and if I wanted to avoid really bad news, I'd need to do something about the abscess.  So I made an appointment to have my tooth removed, as that was all I could afford.

Here's how it went.

The office was running behind when I got there, so I had even more time to think about what was about to happen. When I finally met the dentist who was going to remove my tooth, he was a really cool guy. It was the first time I can remember going to the dentist and cracking up. So, he gave me two shots of Novocaine, then moved me over to the extraction room. About 20 minutes later he gave me a few more shots of Novocaine, then he got out a different needle and tried giving the injection into the root of my tooth, then actually through the part of my tooth that broke off. It was a total of 8 shots. (My body is resistant to Novocaine, and the abscess "sucked up" anything that reached my roots.) Then he got out what looked like a flat-head screwdriver and began pushing my tooth up.

Now, a lot had happened on the past few years since I last saw the dentist. I've been run over by a car, hit by a car, bruised my ACl, and I've had a score of problems with this tooth. I have a high threshold for pain these days.

Three pushes with the screwdriver was all I could take. The dentist then had to drill into my tooth, slip it and injected more Novocaine directly into my nerve. That wasn't pleasant. It also didn't do much. I wanted to back out. I wanted to jump up and quit. I cannot tell you the relief I felt when I saw him pulling out the two bloody pieces of tooth and the hygienist who was assisting putting gauze in my mouth.

So now, I am restricted to cold, soft foods, my jaw has disappeared, and I am in love with lowertabs. At least it's all down hill from here.

If I ever need another tooth pulled, I will be sedated.

Without Wax

I finished 'Digital Fortress" today. There was one code in the book that the main character never breaks- "without wax." Her Fiance always signs his letters "without wax", and she can never figure it out. The book explains that in old days, sculptors would correct mistakes with wax. Sculptures that didn't have wax, were called sin cera, "without wax." (This is where the English word "sincere" comes from) The fiance signs the letters "without wax" to say he loves her without flaw.

That's how I wanna love. That's what Melinda and I had. I miss that. It hasn't been there with either Laura and Bailey; not that I didn't love them, but there were flaws in how we showed our love, almost as if our love had been tainted. I don't want that. I want a purely sculpted love.
When I get married, I wanna love without wax.