Dus toch

Where's kitty?

Vorige week was duidelijk wel in jet-lag mode. Eigenlijk was het bijna onverantwoord om nog met de auto te rijden: ‘s avonds was ik zo enorm moe, dat ik bijna in slaap viel achter het stuur. Letterlijk. Dat overkomt me normaal nooit. Autorijden lukt nog wel, ook al slaat de vermoeidheid toe. Concentratie is anders, ik rij dan ook wat minder hard. Maar vorige week had ik echt moeite om wakker te blijven. En dat achter het stuur… Voordeel is dat ik nu goed weet waarom die witte lijnen langs de pechstrook zo’n reliëf hebben en zoveel lawaai maken wanneer je erover rijdt…

Een vreemd gevoel, niet lekker, ziek, maar toch ook helemaal niet. ‘s Nachts bezweet wakker worden, doodmoe zijn maar toch langs geen kanten meer in slaap geraken. Concentratie was nihil. Hoe komt het anders dat de tas thee waar ik van wilde drinken plots op tafel lag en mijn overbuur net niet alles over zich kreeg. Of hoe tijdens het weekend dat glas water eveneens over de tafel sprong, terwijl ik die gewoon wilde vastpakken. Zoiets gebeurt mij nooit. En de glazen waren echt leeg. Niet maar een beetje. En dan besef je pas hoeveel er in zo’n glas kan…

Nog tijdens het weekend kwam er een Texaans staartje aan het verhaal. Ze heet Rachel. Haar ouders en zijzelf waren op bezoek bij een tante van mij. Toen ik dat hoorde, ben ik uiteraard kennis gaan maken. Wat moet je anders doen? Wel jammer dat ik geen foto heb genomen. Dat had de ultieme kans geweest om toch nog met een Amerikaanse op de foto te kunnen staan. Maar niks dus. Was wel gezellig. Zij gaat in Austin studeren, blijkt. Goed om weten, dacht ik zo. Haar vader heeft in het leger gezeten en op die manier kennen mijn nonkel en hij elkaar. En gezien ze momenteel een trip door Europa maakten en ook in België langskwamen, gingen ze goeiedag zeggen en ik dus ook aan hen.

Momenteel ben ik wel van die jet-lag af. Voor het grootste deel toch. Dat betekent terug doorslapen (hetgeen ik zometeen dan ook ga doen), minder moe voelen (wanneer ik wat vroeger zou gaan slapen toch), weer in staat even goed auto te rijden als voorheen (“goed” is relatief uiteraard) en tassen thee kunnen ook zonder problemen terug leeg gemaakt op een gecontroleerde manier. Voor de rest was het weekend rustig. Nog een barbecue’tje gedaan, kindjes naar gaten laten lopen met de smoes “ga eens kijken of het poesje er zit”. Die kat was ettelijke minuten geleden de tuin uit gevlucht, maar dat kon dat kind niet weten…

En vandaag maar opnieuw begonnen met lopen. Start-to-run. Weeral. Door de drie weken Texas en de het jet gelag erna – en eigenlijk ook door het snertweer – is het alweer een maand geleden dat ik nog wat gelopen heb. En dat begin je te merken. Maar deze keer niet van bij het begin, maar vanaf les tien ofzo. Op de duur ken ik die eerste stukjes al van buiten. Die heb ik ondertussen al zeker 4 keer doorlopen. Het uithouden ging goed. De spieren niet. Na het lopen kon ik dat bijna niet meer. Lopen. Bewegen is toch nodig…

Sophie

Don’t let it come this far…

Sophie’s Anorexia Story
By Eleanor McEvoy
Sophie cannot finish her dinner
She says she’s eaten enough
Sophie’s trying to make herself thinner
Says she’s eating too much
And her brother says, “You’re joking,”
And her mother’s heart is broken
Sophie has a hard time coping
And, besides, Sophie’s hoping

chorus
She can be like all the other girls
Be just like all the other girls
Living in an ordinary world
Just to fit in, in the ordinary world
Just to fit in like an ordinary girl.

Sophie’s losing weight by the minute
How did things get this bad?
Sophie’s family, they don’t understand it
Gave her all that they had
And her sister won’t stop crying
‘Cause her father says she’s dying
Sophie says she’s really trying
Problem is, Sophie’s lying.

chorus

She can be like all the other girls
Be just like all the other girls
Living in an ordinary world
Just to fit in, to the ordinary world
Just to fit in like an ordinary girl
How did she get this way?
How did she get this way?
Through trying to hide it.
What does it take to say,
What does it take to say
She’s dying, Sophie’s dying to …

chorus

….be like all the other girls
Be just like all the other girls
Living in an ordinary world
Just to fit in, to the ordinary world
Just to fit in and be like all the other girls
Be just like all the other girls
Living in an ordinary world
Just to fit in, to the ordinary world

Officially dismissed

The white spots, infections on my throat, are only healed after two weeks and two boxes of antibiotics. Now that everything feels fine again, I went back for medical check-up. The wild flesh is still there and although the stomatologist told me last time they should be removed, his colleague told me not to do anything about it since it could remain there for eight weeks. And while trying to remove the scar tissue, you would create a scar on a scar, which would create an unpredictable result, for which I pass then and let the scar tissue disintegrate now.

I was dismissed. This operation is officially finished…

Analytics

Thanks to the installation of Google Analytics, I now realize that it is worth the effort to copy more content from the old site to the new one. Especially the posts of my K510i seem to be attractive. And I thought nobody but some colleagues and myself would visit this site.

Oh and about my wisdom teeth: a couple of days ago, some white spots appeared in my throat: infections due to a reduced activity of my defense system, caused by the anesthesia. Hurt like hell, so I’m now taking even more antibiotics, just to make sure I’m poisoned enough. No picture of the infected throat this time though. Oh yes, I’ve got some, but the main visitors of my site have had nightmares caused by the images included in some of the previous posts, so I’m omitting them for this one, just to make sure they can sleep again.

‘night.

Wireless

Eight days later. If you think a lion is the king of the animals, don’t forget to take the buffalo in count. The threads are out. At last, I will wake up in the morning without such a terrible taste in my mouth. And I can pull my mouth open again without a strapped feeling of wired flesh. The mystery of the yellow thing is unraveled at last. After two days, it wasn’t yellow anymore, but just plain pink again and still soft and numb. The stomatologist identified it to be wild flesh, whatever that means. It surely is a part of the extra piece of flesh that was growing over the wisdom teeth and wasn’t cut away. If it isn’t gone within four weeks, it’ll have to be removed, by pointing it with some sort of acid, don’t know the term anymore. It wouldn’t hurt, he says, but I’m not entirely sure about that: acid on flesh that sensitive, it can’t feel nice…

Soft and yellow

Four days later: if you want to know how long anesthesia influences whatever you do, jump in your car now, accelerate a bit on a typical Belgian road and drive over a couple of speed humps without loosing control over yourself and on the road. You’ll be fine if you can set yourself over the nausea and the desire to faint … which you actually don’t desire if you drive 70km/h and a truck in your window. Driving calmly is the only way to keep you safe.

Something’s not right and if you couldn’t endure a description of a bloody experience, I suggest you stop reading at this point. (Although you’ll have to live with the emptiness of not knowing what the title is about)…

What's growing there
What’s growing there,
by Auric Goldfinger.

There’s something soft and yellow growing over the threads that are currently having a hard time being digested by my freshly produced saliva and I don’t like it to be there. Those threads attract food, catch it and keep it there. To avoid infections, they’ll be removed after being there for 8 days, attracting food and trying to close the holes that are now nothing more than a fading memory of what were once a quadruple of solid wisdom teeth. But I don’t like the yellow thingy there. As long as it isn’t an infection, I wouldn’t care. But how do you know whether it is a growing infection or just nothing to care about?

Living in 2007

Three days later, I’ve taken a pain-killer in the morning. If I would have done that last evening, I might have slept better. After each meal, I have to brush my teeth and use mouthwash to prevent infections, but that liquid is so strong that after using it for three days, it is eroding my papillae. At least, I don’t taste a lot more than the threads in the back of my mouth.

Good to spoil a romantic date in a nice restaurant with the girl of your dreams, or just with your wife, and that while some people are more terrified of how the girl can spoil the date. Applegeeks as well as Ctrl+Alt+Del have created a comic at about the same time on that subject. Same experience at about the same time?
Applegeeks issue 379 Ctrl-Alt-Del 20070803

They are lucky though their girls are not vegan and hence there’s still a small piece of healthy mind available. I have to say, there is some truth in their comics. OK, they both have robots running around and their characters freak out on girls, which might be a reflection of their own reactions, but at least they know the truth about real men

Today, I received one of those forwards I already received once, but it still made me laugh. A bit.

You know you’re living in 2007 when…

1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.

2. You haven’t played Solitaire with real cards in years.

3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.

4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.

5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don’t have e-mail addresses.

6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.

7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.

8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn’t have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.

10. You get up in the morning and go on-line before getting your coffee.

11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )

12 You’re reading this and nodding and laughing.

13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.

14. You are too busy to notice there was no number 9 on this list.

15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn’t a number 9 on this list

AND NOW YOU ARE LAUGHING at yourself.

Go on, forward this to your friends. You know you want to. (no I don’t)

I’d like to add one: You copy it and paste it on your blog. Or link it when you didn’t read it in an e-mail but on another blog. I’m not going to forward it anyway, I know other people will read this, or at least a part of it, just because I wrote it here and that’s enough spam for them for today…

Removed over the years

Removed over the years Removed over the years, by Auric Goldfinger.

Two days later. Harry finally knows what the Deathly Hallows are and while his quest now really has been started, I’m thinking about how many teeth I collected during the years. At first, the deciduous teeth, some of them are still intact, which were removed by Mother Nature herself and that is inevitable. The two upper premolar teeth are taken when a retainer had to force my teeth back into position, so they were forced out by a dentist. And now four wisdom teeth, which are considerably larger than the two normal teeth.

Pain is rising. Not a raging, unbearable pain, but more like a constant pressure on both sides of my jaw. Ice helps, but I can’t bare it too long and when the ice is removed, the pressure rises again. A constant conflict in my head between frozen cheeks and pressured cheeks. I choose brufen.

Verinueerd Verinueerd, by Auric Goldfinger.

A previous post of mine appeared not completely finished, so I bloodied it up a little. Don’t blame me, I had still been under influence of narcosis. My colleagues noticed my devastated jaw and to make sure they don’t have nightmares about me, being completely irrecoverably destroyed, they can now see for themselves the stomatologist has done his best to sew me together again. They do think about me, so it seems, since I got a Postogram today on which all of them signed (whether it was voluntary or under a light pressure is currently not entirely clear to me) to wish me a good recovery and loads of ice creams. Since I can not magically restore myself(1), I will have to soothe myself with those loads of ice creams…

(1) I should stop referring to Harry Potter-related content on Wikipedia. I accidentally saw three clues of what is about to happen while making these references…

Blood all over the place

Half a day and four teeth later, I’m thinking about the pain. The lack of it. I thought pulling wisdom teeth would be more painful. Yesterday evening, I have taken a tab of brufen – just to be sure – but it wouldn’t have been necessary. Today I haven’t taken one yet, which on the other hand is a waste of medication, resources and money.

bloody teethI asked to save the teeth, as trofee or, like the nurse told me, for the Tooth Fairy although she’s never come to me yet (“keep trying”, the nurse said). I think it would be better to clean them first, otherwise my bed will be covered with blood and the Tooth Fairy surely wouldn’t come and fetch them. Bad luck twice.

On the way home, I felt my mouth filling with drops of blood. It was dripping, not streaming so that we didn’t have to stop to release the saved mouthful of red fluid, but I didn’t want to swallow it either: a stomach doesn’t like blood in it’s pure form and vomiting is the last thing I wanted. At home, there were enough drops of blood to drain them as a little fountain of red potion.

Not only I had some bloody teeth in a jar next to me or a mouth full of blood, when I came home, I noticed the brown crust in my right nostril, evidence of what medics like to call an epistaxis, hemorrhage from the nose… How lovely. I think I don’t want to know what exactly they have done while I was knocked out. Or how they knocked me out…