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the good news is I get Vicodin!


the bad news is I had to have a wisdom tooth cut out of the back of my mouth to get it. I'm actually in much less pain that I was when I had the two on my right taken out in boot camp. of course the fact that they were taken out by, what I believe, were dentists in training while I was in boot camp may account for a lot.

so what does one do on a day fraught with dental debacle? well I prepared for the visit to the modern day torturer dentist by going to the Alamo Drafthouse to watch the latest Bourne movie. it's completely disassociated from the books at this point. but it was smartly made and I seem to be incapable of having a bad time at the Drafthouse (small children in the audience notwithstanding). of course, the ready supply of Harp, Stella, or Dos Equis may have something to do with this.

in any case, I enjoyed the movie, but it seemed like more of the same. nothing is really resolved other than Bourne taking it up one level higher in going after the people responsible for the program wherein he was trained to be the oh so effective killing machine that he is. add in some of the more stilted dialouge found in the series ("I can see all the faces of the people I've killed")...I get the feeling if I keep writing this I'm going to go the way of Waldorf and Statler ("It was pretty good!" "It was allright." "It certainly had its moments" "It could have been better" "It wasn't good at all" "It was terrible" "BOO!") the action scenes were top notch and very clean despite the shaky camera work. and again one of the better car chases in a movie. mainly I watched it thinking, everytime someone got sniped in the head or punched in a tender spot, "at least my trip to the dentist won't hurt as bad as THAT."


and the grilled chicken club was delicious!

so my dentist is in Round Rock. and I live in far South Austin (78704!) why would I drive all the way to Round Rock for a dentist? 'cause he is BY FAR the best dentist I've ever been to. I've been in that office a few times since coming home from Iraq and I've yet to fill anything more than minor discomfort...let alone real pain in his chair. And the guy is as laid back as Bob Ross (well...a living Bob Ross) on 'ludes. anyhow...he takes a look, confirms that the wisdom tooth needs to come out, and goes about it. He can't give me anything as a general pain killer becauseI have to drive back home in rush hour traffic, so he numbs up one whole side of my skull instead. worked beautifully
and I haven't NEEDED to take anything stronger than tylenol today, which made it possible to return to work today.

so I get home with my vicodin and pop in another movie to watch, Hot Fuzz. FREEKIN' HILARIOUS. It's even funnier in hindsight because for much of the movie I was just staring at the screen slackjawed ( I blame the local anesthetic) wondering what the hell it was I was watching. It was...sorta Scooby Doo meets Slasher flick meets Lethal Weapon meets Mel Brooks comedy...sorta. great fun.

and now I've gone a day and a half with nothing more solid to eat than a Wendy's Frosty (not counting pills). one more night of Slim Fast drinks and ice cream and I can have normal foods (and hot foods...COFFEE) again.

I think tonight I'm going to watch the animated fim Renaissance. I didn't get to watch it when it was on screen here in Austin.




and in not so cool news: the biopsy on my dad's lymph nodes came back positive for cancer cells, so it looks like he has more chemo...and maybe more surgery to look forward to.