i felt better the second the surgeon dude pulled it from my mouth. the numbing has now gone away and my face feels like someone kicked the shit out of it, but oddly, despite it, i feel fantastic!
i was saying to one of my roommates the other day.. how having this tiny little tooth incapacitate me for the past few years reminds me a lot of those ol' native stories and nature stories about a great mighty bear that has a little splinter in his paw but his paws are soo soft and sensitive that this little splinter makes him sick, he can't walk anywhere, he can't hunt anymore, and he's slowly wasting away cuz of this one little splinter... when a little mouse comes up to him one day, a mouse who's tiny paws are just small enough to grasp the tiny splinter and pull it out... but the little mouse is afraid of the mighty bear, and makes the bear promise that he won't hurt him. so the bear agrees. and the mouse pulls out the splinter. and the bear becomes mighty again. and the mouse becomes, i can't remember, some sorta right hand man to the bear, or they become best friends, or some sorta thing along those lines.
that's how i've felt, these last few years.
a mighty beast taken down by a tiny splinter.
and the fact that i already feel a ton better and i haven't even healed yet.. is nothing but good vibes and good signs, man. nothing but good vibes and positive signs.
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| so much drama for such a tiny lil thang |
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