6 Degrees Of Me

(note: This has been in draft status since who knows when — it’s not finished but hell I’ll just publish it the way it is)

This is my 200th post in Degrees, since October. There were a couple of misteps along the way.  I managed to lose all of this hard work a couple of times but I have survived. For # 200 I’m linking back to my favorite 10 cinco posts over the past 8 who knows how many months:

In no particular order:

1. Embarrassing moments the third : a little snapple and a long commute – bad combo

2. Otherwordly experiences : Something I may never be able to fully explain

3. Kodak Moments : Some moments should be erased. Forever.

4. Japanese Privacy Rights : Don’t go to Japan. They will embarrass you on national television

5. Lion-o : Transgendered Thundercat    at this point the comments severly outdo the post

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It’s 2.45 in the morning.  I just had 2 wisdom teeth removed yesterday  afternoon. What an experience that was.  First, in asking everyone the previous week about how there removals went and then gauging whether or not I would go through the procedure myself.

I reallized that everyone has had their teeth pulled kind of like everyone owns a timeshare (Orlando for me).  But a wisdom extraction is probably likened to a “girl’s first time”.   Every experience is different.  And boy do I wish mine was different.

(this is usually where i post a picture but the way it looks & the way it feels are two different things…. so i’ll just post what it feels like)

After the novo wore off at 7pm it felts more like i got hit with a lightsaber dead in my jaw.

3 interesting things about my extractions:

1) I thought the motherfucker wasn’t supposed to hurt.  I had the novo (which randomly I’ve never had before in my life — that was like getting blasted with the ball in the face in little league soccer in the dead of November) AND the local.  When the surgeon started to extract the first tooth all I could think was: ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME?  I mean really, all those drugs and I’m STILL feeling pain?

2) Painkillers: Man, Vicodin doesn’t have shit on Oxycotin. Either that or I was in that much MORE pain than my last surgery  .  By the way 2007 has a been year to remember.  Without a doubt one of my best years on planet earth.

3) I’m more a a bitch-ass than I thought. What more can we say about that people?

It’s VICO-TIME. Can’t see how these hollywood types get hooked on a drug that doesn’t do jack shit.  This is like the time my sophmore year of college when the pot-heads on the team ventured out to ventura blvd and picked up some drogas that turned out to be the equivalent of a chopped up NY times and a grond up car freshener that smelled a lot like weed.

Good times as usual.

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