Everything has a reason

I’m shocked.

Lately, I receive a lot of spam on my blog. Not automated, but just some under-payed drug addicts from Poland and the Ukraine who desperately need some cash and thus manually spam around. As I found in my analytics, the search term “BL00DY TEETH” is one of the ways they arrive here. Indeed, I did some pretty gross posts a couple of years ago when my wisdom teeth had to be removed.

One of the images I posted together with the story, was a very bloody one (which I wanted to post as top image for this post, but I changed my mind since I want to keep this blog safe for all ages.)

I removed the category on which they land when using that as a keyword, then I did a search on the keyword myself (warning: save search is off!).

And that is the point in time I startled.

I realised I didn’t just shock the world around me at that time by posting an image like that, I also started to attract dirty minds and fetishists to this website. And three other weblogs (the kinds you really don’t want to land upon, trust me) just copied the image, didn’t even take the time to rename it, and posted it without credits on their blogs.

Oh well.
At least the originals are still around here. Somewhere.

It’s just another poof. Whatever you post online, will stay online forever. And ever.

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, 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…