All The Boring Bits

I have a huge infected corpulent gaping wound inside my mouth – the one place everybody loves to have huge infected corpulent gaping wounds, of course. It’s disgusting. My doctor gave me some antibiotics for the infection, and my dentist said it seems to be a wisdom tooth coming through, and kindly gave me fillings in the two teeth next to it so that I could enjoy numbness for a couple of hours at least. Although that injection felt what I’d imagine having a red hot railroad spike stabbed through your face might feel like….

My therapy seems to working, but mainly(/only?) because I have a total schoolboy crush on my therapist… she’s beautiful, and elegant, and well groomed and well dressed, and softly spoken with such a pretty smile… she seems somehow shy though, I imagine her going home at night to a small cold apartment where one large fat cat waits for her to come home and feed her…

Of course, in reality, she’s probably just got a comforting professional manner with her patients, and in reality is probably a drug-addled alcoholic sex-crazed whore like most of my ex-girlfriends… >=)

I know that generally transference is frowned upon in therapy, but fuck it, I went to therapy to try and find out why nothing makes me feel happy, and being around her makes me feel nice, and that’s close to happy, so as far as I’m concerned, I’m getting my money’s worth, even if it’s not via the most conventional method… =)

Today we ran our session half an hour past closing time… I was well aware of it, but she’d stopped looking at the clock and I wasn’t about to remind her… it was nice, really felt like she was interested in me and/or my case and situation, in helping me, not just in me swiping my credit card for the allotted X minutes of her time, like most therapists seem to do… but she seemed embarrassed when she realized how long we’d been sitting there off the clock… =)

Oh, another piece of random boring trivia – my blood pressure and heart rate are excellent, and my lungs are clear. Not bad for somebody who’s treated their body like shit for over a decade. But hey, I figure it’s kind of medical karma – like I’ve got enough bullshit to deal with without getting sick too!

I lost last week, somehow. Seriously, I have almost no recollection of what, if anything, I did. If anybody reading this had any contact with me last week, please email me and remind me what I said or did. I may or may not be having spells. I woke up on Tuesday afternoon, wondering why I could hear somebody in my house, and then realized it was my flatmate and it was Sunday. Too weird.

Oh, and my facial hair is kind of almost back… I have a beard again, in a just-discovered-puberty, why-does-my-thingy-feel-funny-when-I-think-about-the-girls-in-gym-class kind of way… actually I think I do have about as much facial hair as my twelve year old cousin – and probably slightly less than my mother – but I feel better than when I’d just shaved it off. The woman at the deli asked my mother why I had the day off school the other week. I swear when I shave I could get carded trying to get into a PG-13 movie… =|