Thursday, July 20, 2006


After that whole "four more weeks? no worries" thing with my wisdoms, I'm starting to get some ominous twinges from the space between the teeth.

To paraphrase the words of Han Solo; [confident]"They'll hold together!"[/confident] [sotto voce]"Here me, guys. Hold together."[/sotto]

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Aaw yeah!

Now that's what I'm talkin' bout!

Naked chicks with guns.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Call off your hudu!

Seriously, Cal. I don't know what kind of Voodoo/Cadiche/Boogy-woogy you worked on roasting pan you got me for Christmas, but every time I cook with it, I burn myself. I mean every frickin' time! I know I'm not the least accident-prone of people, but seriously, every Gods-damned time!?

I'm sorry, dude. I humbly and completely apologise for any and all slights you feel I may have enacted upon you. Now rub out the chalk circle, smash the statue of Janus or do whatever else you need to do to stop me being hurted by the fine and useful cooking recepticle you gave me.


Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Okay. New plan!

You all may or may not be aware that the King Clan (aka Carmen's faily) and I are heading down to Melbourne to see HughJ in "Boy from Oz"[1].

We're also going to be chilling in Melbourne for the week. And my new appointment to have my wisdoms out is the 14th of August, so rather than having a week off, then come back for a week, and then having another week off, I'll be having two weeks off in one go. Won't that be nice?

[1]In case anyone wants to pick on Mr Jackman for being involved in musical theatre, he did bodybuilding to bulk up for X-Men 3 and by the end of it he could bench 315lbs and leg-press 1000lbs.

Monday, July 10, 2006

And then...

... nothing.

Through various reasons the op had to be rescheduled until the 1st of August, which is a "Yay, me" on the 'avoiding pain and discomfort (and still being able to eat for the next few days)' side but a big ol' "Aw, crap!" from a 'now I get to get worked up all over again and we're off to Melbourne on the 7th' side.

Fuck it.

The waiting game

Three hours into the pre-op fasting and I'm already noticing that there's a lot of food in our house. I know in a Somali refugee, haven't eaten in three days sense I got nothin', but I am feeling frightfully peckish at this point.

Not to mention somewhat apprehensive.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

I am a doof

Question: What should you never do if you are shortly to undergo a routine, albeit notoriously painful, medical procedure?

Answer: Look said procedure up on Wikipedia.

Now I'm worried about dry socket. Dry socket! Jesus! Even the name sounds horrid! And my favourite little informational tidbit? This is from a related article...

"Dry-socket lengthens the healing process and usually causes severe pain and discomfort that is often not manageable with pain medications."

Not managable with pain medications? Get fucked.