Sixty-Seventh Post — Miscellany

Having had a crazy drunken time in Edinburgh that included nearly falling asleep in a pub after having coffee with brandy and wishing I'd punched the guy that tried to kiss me in an insanely expensive nightclub and plotting to punch the guy that was dancing up on my roommate, I returned to the normal monotony of my HQ for the semester and promptly drank 4 red WKDs in about an hour before going out to a shitty nightclub where I ended up getting into a fight with some guy who kept smashing into me. The fight consisted of him slamming into me and me being too drunk and small to do much besides attempt to elbow him in the back and stomp futilely at his feet.
That's it, no more parties for me until at least the weekend.
I've also signed up for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in an attempt to finish my most current storyline. I mostly need to fill in the blanks and actually set into word processor the plotline, with motivations and everything, and I'm hoping that this will provide the impetus necessary to do so.
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Now, a quick anecdote about loose leaf tea.
Since being in England, I haven't had much time for loose leaf tea. The only one using my tea stick and ball was the other american in the flat, who got loose leaf Earl Gray by accident. In case you don't know, I despise Earl Gray tea with a deep passion because it was the only caffeinated tea in the house after my wisdom teeth removal. Chewing on teabags while in excruciating pain while spitting blood into a bowl while starving to death because I had to be fasted for general anaesthesia and hydrocodone makes me vomit was not a fun experience. I never really liked the stuff before, but this really cemented my hatred.
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In any case, I decided that today was a good day to have some of my Organic White Peony tea. White tea doesn't taste like much, I'll admit, but my first sip was...
It was...
HOOOOO-LEEE SHIT!
It was so damn GOOD. I had forgotten how amazing loose leaf is. Tomorrow, I plan to have some rather more caffeinated green jasmine tea at breakfast. Excitement!

Looking back on it, this post is impressively scattered. I blame the small amount of vodka I had with dinner.

Thirty-First Post

I'm never sure whether there should be a hyphen in numbers like "thirty first". So I put one in this time. 

I would like to say that my summer was not too horribly boring, in spite of my blog title. I hung out with friends, read way too many books, ordered and rekindled my hate for overpriced textbooks, developed a passion for designing knit and crochet scarves and bags, got my wisdom teeth out and a crown in, and learned how to shoot various and sundry firearms. 

Really, it was a great summer, other than the fact that my arm is really, really sore today. It was totally worth it; I love guns now. I mean, I still flinch every time one goes off, but I like the feeling of holding something that powerful in my hand(s). I have terrible aim, and I also learned that I need to be doing waaaaay more pushups in the morning, but it was great! I can load guns, I can be safe around guns, I can fire guns... I'm totally getting a concealed weapons permit as soon as I'm legal and looking into a handgun with a nice safety that I can keep in my purse, possibly in a knit or crochet bag-thing. (It will need a good safety because I'm now paranoid about guns that don't have safeties, and I want it not to discharge in my purse. I can picture it now... *Me walking along/being at work/being at the doctor's office/you get the picture* *BAM!* *Screams from surrounding people* "Oh, sorry, that was my gun." "Your WHAT?!" "My gun. I keep it in my purse or pocket at all times. You know, like mace... but a gun." *Screams of horror* *Me being arrested/losing job/causing heart attack/losing gun permit/you get the picture*)

Anyway. 

I also mentioned that I got my wisdom teeth out. Now, my friend had his wisdom teeth out a while ago, but he was told that recovery was better with topical anaesthesia and laughing gas. I was told that as well, but I have a hard enough time dealing with cleanings, so I ruled out being conscious as a method of extraction. I've never been under general anaesthesia, so I was rather excited. My friend apparently hasn't either, or he wouldn't have told me to email him whilst incoherent (he was abroad at the time, so I couldn't text him). My incoherence consisted entirely of being unconscious. 

It was really cool, going under... I'm sitting there, busily not looking at the freaking needle in my freaking hand (because my elbow vein is too skinny for needles lately), waiting for the anaesthesia to hit. The nurses or whatever they are are busy ignoring me, putting creepy metal tools on my chest, and waiting for the oral surgeon. He comes in, finally, and informs me that he's putting medicine in my drip, as if I couldn't figure out what "anaesthesia" means. At this point, he stabs the IV bag thing with a syringe. Then he tells me that I will feel like I'm floating, and that it's normal for the ceiling to move. 

I'm totally on board with this whole unconsciousness thing. I get dragged out of bed at an ungodly hour, all so I can go get put back to sleep. Cool! In any case, my arms started floating, which reminded me of my former roommate on NyQuil, and then I realised that the chair was gone, which reminded me of being on a roller coaster at the bottom of the drops, when your feet won't stay on the floor of the car, and I kind of panicked, but then I started laughing, and then they woke me up. 

I was not pleased to be woken up. I wanted to keep sleeping. I had gauze packets in my mouth, top and bottom, and I could hardly stand, and I was sleepy. FYI, those chairs are quite comfortable. 

I got home without falling asleep, then promptly fell asleep on the couch. 

When I woke up, I discovered that my shirt had been inside out the whole time. Then I took hydrocodone and vomited up the meager contents of my stomach immediately. As it turned out, I'm allergic to hydrocodone, which meant that I staved off massive amounts of pain with acetaminophen. Joy!

It was only supposed to take two sets of gauze packet things to stop the bleeding. It took all the gauze we had, plus about four sets of earl gray teabags because my mom was totally out of english breakfast. I hate the taste of earl gray at the best of times; it doesn't improve with blood. I still had to spit the blood into a bowl because I was bleeding that much. 

But now I'm better, other than a weird zit-like thing with lots of lovely blood and pus on one of the sockets caused, according to my dentist, by the gum healing faster than the bone, but that cleared up pretty quickly. I do have a superpower, though, and that's that spicy food doesn't bother me any more. 

Spicy food has been the bane of my existence as a vegetarian. Half the vegetarian food in the world is overly spicy, and the other half is overly bland. The other, other half is about right, but I have trouble finding it. Now, however, I can eat whatever the heck I want. 

And, as this is one heck of a post, I'm just going to end it there.