Poor you! Carol calls those kinds of episodes "probability storms," and Mark calls them "shit storms." Whatever they are, they are a big drag. I hope everything resolves RIGHT NOW! The tooth thing is awful. It's amazing how much psychic pain is involved with dental things. Teeth are so metaphorical. I love the Vicodin/ice cream balancing idea. I feel that there is a fortune to be made there somehow.
On another subject, the offer still stands to house any of your people who will be in town for your dad's event. Let me know if I can help with that, or anything else. I'm mostly here so I could do things.
Feel better. If things continue to run amok, stay in bed for a day, paint some lamb's blood over your door, hang a clove of garlic out there too, then take the lamb meat and the rest of the garlic, some salt, pepper, rosemary, put it all together, call some friends, tell them to come over and bring wine, cook the lamb until it's tender enough to chew without hurting your mouth, and have a nice party.
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On another subject, the offer still stands to house any of your people who will be in town for your dad's event. Let me know if I can help with that, or anything else. I'm mostly here so I could do things.
Feel better. If things continue to run amok, stay in bed for a day, paint some lamb's blood over your door, hang a clove of garlic out there too, then take the lamb meat and the rest of the garlic, some salt, pepper, rosemary, put it all together, call some friends, tell them to come over and bring wine, cook the lamb until it's tender enough to chew without hurting your mouth, and have a nice party.
And feel better soon.