vampires and dentists have come to bleed me dry
April 19, 2008
I finally got around to watching 30 Days of Night last night. And by “got around to” what I really mean to say is…The Boyfriend talked me into it. For a vampire movie (which I’m not really into because I find vampires to be pitifully boring), I thought it was okay. It definitely creeped me out and made me shudder in terror more than once.
I generally enjoy horror movies. During daylight hours. I realize that this is not standard operating procedure for such things, but I must also say that I do not care. I have an extremely impressionable psyche, apparently. My overactive imagination tends to work against me when darkness falls. I get frightened, paranoid, and I have nightmares. Painfully real, violent nightmares.
Luckily, The Boyfriend did not snore too loud and keep me awake, which is usually the case. His apartment building is old. It makes all sorts of creaky noises at night, and there are people walking the halls one or two at a time at all hours. Lots of shifting, settling, bumping, groaning, and footsteps lurking just at the edge of my consciousness to freak me out even more.
But he kept his arms around me all night long. And that helped.
In other news, I firmly believe that my body is on a mission to piss me off.
First there was the whole back pain thing…and then there was the sick thing with the projectile vomiting and the fainting and such…and now I’ve got the toothache from hell.
My tooth has been cracked for quite some time. It goes through brief sensitivity and such on a regular basis. The problem is, I don’t have dental insurance just yet and being the middle-class peon that I am, I can’t afford to see a dentist like I should.
And what’s more, the tooth is abscessed…and this is so not helping at all. There are times when my entire jaw feels like it’s on fire, and I would totally be ready to stab myself in the eye if it would stop the pain. I got so desperate at one point that I actually punctured my gum to drain the puss out of it and gargled with salt water in a feeble attempt to kill the infection. It helped a little. But I know what I must do…even without insurance. And it sucks, because afterwards I will be broke again. Not to mention the fact that I really hate sharp objects and other people’s hands inside my mouth.
I guess it’s either that…or keep suffering. Perhaps I should just accept my destiny and proceed (pain-free! but broke) into my desolate future…
*sigh*
