Root Canal

I went into the dentist yesterday, to get a root canal -- surprised I needed one -- but anyway .. Dentists have to live too right? (Anyone who disagrees with this statement, join me at midnight under the old elm tree -- bring your sheets and pointy hats.)  

Anyway, I showed up promptly at 6:30 a.m. (dentists obviously don’t use Facebook; besides, he had his golf clubs in the corner and told me he had an appointment to get out on the links at 1 p.m.).  I was ushered in by his wife who was his assistant... and who was wearing the black outfit with the pentagram prominently displayed across her chest. She was very nice. (but scarry .. I think it was the lip piercings or the facial tattoos)

The dentist walked in and tightened up the restraints on my chair. He made sure the buckles over my wrists were secured. He then pressed a pedal on the floor behind the chair and my chair tipped backwards--‘til my feet were 4 feet above my head. He said, “Now, this isn’t going to hurt,” as he stuck his gloved finger in my mouth... under my front lip... and rubbed back and forth. Oil of Cloves it was not! but it tasted that bad!!. He kept telling me NOT to suck his finger. : (  I thought thats what he wanted!!! .

He then pulled out a needle -- it was about 12 inches long -- and screwed it into a 2-ft plunger type apparatus. He commented that this was his favorite needle because you could stick a horse with it and the horse would not complain. I couldn’t make the connection either. He then stuck the needle into a bucket of green liquid.that looked like green antifreeze but I suspected it was embalming fluid. When he pulled the plunger part up, the bucket emptied into the needle. He held it up and tapped it to make sure there were no air bubbles in it, then he squirted a bit in the air -- more for effect than anything.  The hygienist, who happened to be limping by, fell to the floor claiming that he had hit her other leg this time. She dragged herself off in the direction of another hysterical patient. I vaguely heard her telling her screaming patient that she would have to postpone for an hour until she could walk again.

That’s about when I felt the dentist grab my upper lip and stretch it out toward the wall. He hooked it to a bungie cord he had hanging there. Then I felt the horse needle penetrate the my inner lip right where it sits under my nose. I coudlnt see much cause my lip was in the way.  He pushed down saying, "There that didn't hurt, did it?"

Heck no, I thought,  A pit bull ripping off my lip would hurt more... I think.  

Suddenly, I felt a twitch in my eye, and he whispered to his wife, "I think I just severed his optic nerve!"  A little more  loudly to me he said, "Don’t worry, sir, you should be able to see again in a week or two."

Then he seemed to meet some kind of resistance, so he asked his wife to hold the needle while he climbed up on his chair to  use his foot on the plunger .. pushing the needle through the resistance. When it popped and moved forward an inch, his wife said to him, a bit crossly I thought, "Honey, you just perforated the chair again."   Then he  had to yank the needle upward through my skull cap up toward my nose before he loaded all my sinuses with green antifreeze. My left eye went cross-eyed. He tells me that should go back when the freezing comes out.  It didn’t bother me too much at the time because my thinking was all fuzzy. (Actually, I was hallucinating about little fire nymphs sliding out my nose.)  The Doctor said quietly to me, "You may feel a bit of discomfort when the freezing comes out. Most of it will drain out through your nose but some will use your tear ducts. You won’t feel it for the first while. Try to remember to keep wiping your eyes and nose even if your face it dead. “  He talked so calmly. I’m sure one of us was hypnotized. I’m not sure if it was him or me.

He then slapped my face--hard--and asked me if I could feel that. I said "no" (there was no way I was going to tell him I could feel a bit on the tip of my nose).  But, he noticed me twitch, so he said .. "Honey, can you kick him in the face down there just to see if he has feeling... for me?"  His preposition was dangling. Wasn’t it?  Somehow, he had me correcting his grammar as I was hallucinating.

Then he got out his drill. It wasn’t the ordinary dentist’s drill .. this was one from Home Depot .. Black and Decker I think .. small .. but would take ¼-inch bits.  He used it to clean out the hole. That was ok because he only used a 1/16-inch metal (and bone) bit. He did have to pry my mouth open a bit more, but he had a special tool for that .. a small 12-inch pry bar called "Deep Throat".   And because the cord was short he kept pulling it out of the wall while he was drilling. That’s when the bit would jam. Now that wasn’t the tragedy it sounds like because while the bit was jammed in my jaw bone, it got a chance to cool down some. He  would get the witch to hold it while he stooped down and yanked the cord back so he could plug it in the wall socket again. Because it was on "continuous play mode" it would start right up... every time.  He was lucky because the last time it jammed in my tooth, it wrapped up the nerve. I think it was the right nerve; but when he yanked the drill up, my right eye went wall-eyed. It snapped back in place though when the nerve snapped.  He said the wobbly vision might stop later this week but if it didnt come see him and he would give me an introduction to his brother-in-law the optometrist.  They witch with the tattooed face grunted approvingly.

“There, I think thats got it, after he tried one more time with a smaller drill bit ” he exclaimed with glee.

They said I passed out then,  but, I can’t remember a thing.

When I came too he was mixing cement in a bucket."This stuff works as good as silver and mercury used to," he said. “Besides, I’m going to use the leftover to repair the crack in the wall I made when the jack hammer flew out of my hands last week.” I didn’t ask. My mouth was still supporting “Deep throat”. And besides the Witch had left that "thing" hanging over my lip--the thing that was sucking a hickey on the inside of my bottom lip.

Finally he finished packing the Inland-Cement-Company brand cement into the hole. "This will be a bit hot while it’s drying, but I have packed the hole I made up behind your right eye, so the heat should cauterize the blood vessels to the back of your nose and you may never have to worry about nose bleeds ever again.” He said this with an excited voice as if he had done me a great favor by mistake.

He cleaned up the blood and debris and even tried to wipe the snot and blood off my shirt.

Finally he pronounced me "fit to go."

The witch said something under her breath too. Something about a fat lip being ideal for piercing.  She was trying to convince me when I was grabbing my coat.  All I can remember is something about if i got two rings in my lip they would do my sexual organs for half price.  I agreed to consider it.

At the desk in the reception area. I paid my fee while the receptionist passed me a cup to take care of the green liquid streaming down my face .. I never noticed it before … all i noticed was that my head seemed heavy.  I paid the full $3817.84, but I was a bit offended when she stuck out her hand for a tip. I only gave her a quarter.

Went to the chiropractor today - a facebook conversation with my ex

by Richard Wolfe on Monday, June 4, 2012 at 9:33pm ·

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I have been digging in my garden for several weeks.  Lifting sidewalk blocks, digging up the hard dirt, .. bending and planting .. Some where in there I strained a muscle in my lower back just under the top of my left ass cheek. So when it took me 15 mins to get out of bed  (this is not unusual but the pain was never this bad)  .. and when I bent to pick up some food off the floor and beat the 2 second rule    well .. I would have scared a Banshee. 

so I called up the chiropractor and begged for death. 

This is a short  conversation  with my ex, who knew of my "back" pains. 

Richard Wolfe says

went to the chiropractor today

My ex:

Did he fix your ass?

Richard Wolfe says

He had me hold a broomstick handle between my feet up over my belly and against my forhead between my eyes.. then he twisted me twice around it lengthwise

and cuffed me to the examination table .. and my ankles too

then he opened the door into the office

and went to the far wall of the office

Then he turned and ran and jumped high

and did a flying elbow smash to my left ribs

.. then my right pelvis

Then  he slammed again into my thigh .. bit of a Charlie horse on that one. but I should be able to walk in a few hours. 

My ex:

totally missed your ass eh?

Richard Wolfe says

well lets say I couldnt feel that pain for 15 mins

he said he normally goes for the balls on the third slam .. but mine were somehow receeded

My ex:

scared ?

Richard Wolfe says

nawww he wasnt scared one bit

I was a bit nervous tho

specially when my right big toe got caught in my left hip pocket

My ex:

Next time pick an ass man.

Richard Wolfe says

Ya thanks for the sympathy

now quit laughing

My ex:

 I'm all sympathy.  You know that.

When your ass hurts, my ass hurts.

Richard Wolfe says

I can feel the love

Fable of the porcupine

It was the coldest winter ever. Many animals died because of the cold. The porcupines, realizing the situation, decided to group together to keep warm.

This way they covered and protected themselves; but the quills of each one wounded their closest companions.   

After a while, they decided to distance themselves one from the other and they began to die, alone and frozen. 

So they had to make a choice; either accept the quills of their companions or disappear from the earth. Wisely, they decided to go back to being together.   

They learned to live with the little wounds caused by the close relationship with their companions in order to receive the heat that came from the others.

This way they were able to survive.   

The best relationship is not the one that brings together perfect people, but when each individual learns to live with the imperfections of others and can admire the other person's good qualities.   

The moral of the story is:  

Just learn to live with the Pricks in your life! 

Beautiful Arizona -- more sunshine than California!!

Friday, June 1, 2012 at 9:24am ·

Just moved to Arizona! Now this is a state that knows how to live!! Beautiful sunny days and warm balmy evenings. What a place!
It is beautiful. I've finally found my home. I love it here.
June 14th
Really heating up. Got to 100 today. Not a problem. Live in an air-conditioned home, drive an air-conditioned car. What a pleasure to see the sun everyday like this. I'm turning into a sun worshipper.
June 30th

Had the backyard landscaped with western plants today. Lots of cactus and rocks. What a breeze to maintain. No more mowing lawn for me.
Another scorcher today, but I love it here..
July 10th
The temperature hasn't been below 100 all week. How do people get used to this kind of heat? At least, it's kind of windy though. But getting used to the heat is taking longer than I expected.
July 15th
Fell asleep by the community pool (Got 3rd degree burns over 60% of my body). Missed 3 days of work. What a dumb thing to do. I learned my lesson though. Got to respect the ol' sun in a climate like this.
July 20th
I missed Lomita (my cat) sneaking into the car when I left this morning. By the time I got to the hot car at noon, Lomita had died and swollen up to the size of a shopping bag, then popped like a water balloon. The car now smells like Kibbles and shits. I learned my lesson though. No more pets in this heat. Good ol' Mr. Sun strikes again.
July 25th

The wind sucks. It feels like a giant freaking blow dryer!!
And it's hot as hell. The home air-conditioner is on the fritz and the AC repairman charged $500 just to drive by and tell me he needed to order parts..
July 30th
Been sleeping outside on the patio for 3 nights now. $350,000 house and I can't even go inside. Lomita is the lucky one. Why did I ever come here?
Aug. 4th
It's 115 degrees. Finally got the air-conditioner fixed today. It cost $1,500 and gets the temperature down to 85. I hate this stupid state.
Aug. 8th
If another wise ass cracks, 'Hot enough for you today?' I'm going to strangle him. Damn heat. By the time I get to work, the radiator is boiling over, my clothes are soaking wet, and I smell like baked cat!!
Aug. 9th
Tried to run some errands after work. Wore shorts, and when I sat on the seats in the car, I thought my ass was on fire. My skin melted to the seat. I lost 2 layers of flesh and all the hair on the back of my legs and ass Now my car smells like burnt hair, fried ass, and baked cat.
Aug 10th
The weather report might as well be a damn recording. Hot and sunny. Hot and sunny. Hot and sunny. It's been too hot to do shit for 2 damn months and the weatherman says it might really warm up next week. Doesn't it ever rain in this damn desert? Water rationing will be next, so my $2,300 worth of cactus will just dry up and blow over. Even the cactus can't live in this damn heat.
Aug. 14th
Welcome to HELL! Temperature got to 122 today.. Cactus are dead. Forgot to crack the window and blew the damn windshield out of the car. The installer came to fix it and said, 'Hot enough for you today?' My sister had to spend $1,500 to bail me out of jail. Fucking Arizona What kind of a sick demented idiot would want to live here??
Will write later to let you know how the trial goes…