Holy crap – I’m in my office in this old building downtown. Wow, I’m totally freaking out right now…
USGS is calling it a 1.3? Wow, that was crazy!
EDIT: ok 5.6 is more like it, but wow, I should get down on the ground, I think.
Full day of work today; overfull, really. I really don’t like doing more than 4 or 5 hours of bodywork a day, but once in a while, it’s ok.
Yesterday I forgot to bring my sheets home to launder, so I had to leave the house at around 7am this morning, go downtown, come back home, wash my sheets, all before going to the gym. Then the gym, and Plumpy dropped me off at my studio for my work day.
First client at noon, then 3, then 6. Two-hour sessions are more then twice as taxing as two one-hour sessions. They take much more focus.
Sleep must come soon.
The amazing 
chris(glass) won last week’s Layer Tennis match, and I was hooked.
This week pits two graphic designers against each other in a Halloween Death Match – not for the squeamish.
Don’t know what Layer Tennis is? Oh, how you must suffer – it’s simply wonderful! And it starts at 2pm GMT-6 (Central Time), or Noon GMT-8 (Pacific TIme). It’s a live design competition where each competitor has 15 minutes to reply to the previous volley… Fore!
Straight-looking Marine seeks straight cop to please
How straight do they look when they’re down on their knees?
-Romanovsky & Phillips
Slept deeply last night, woke up feeling good. I do believe I have enough energy to do the things I have to do today. A full schedule of massage, and grocery shopping.
Fortunately, my body seems to be healing nicely, so I’m going to forgo the percodan this morning, although I will bring one with me just in case for later. Running out of energy like I did yesterday was really weird and unpleasant, and while the painkiller makes me feel just a bit loopy, it’s better than the alternative.
Plumpylumps (dhpbear) brought home his friend, Joseph M., from Maine or Vermont or somesuch last night, and although I wasn’t particularly sociable last night, it was nice to meet him.
By the time my day was over, including carrying that metal shelving unit from The Container Store to my studio, burning-in my new hot stone heater, and re-organizing my space, my phantom tooth was throbbing, and the percodan from this morning had definitely worn off. I was supposed to announce the costume contest for Foggy City next week tonight at class, but I called Lee up and asked him if he could do it instead, as I ran out of energy, and made it home just in time to start crying.
I took some percodan and ate some peanut butter and graham crackers and cheese. Now I’m really floaty and not feeling any pain and ready to sleep. I am trying to marshal my energy this week while I recover from the extraction, and still work. The last time I had a wisdom tooth out, I had to cancel all my appointments for a week. I think part of that is because I didn’t do any kind of pain mitigation because he prescribed vicodin for me, and that makes me really nauseous, so I didn’t fill it. This time, I’m being more aggressive about keeping the pain at bay for these first few days, drinking plenty of water, and getting more rest.
Something I discovered about Google calendar; if you set up an appointment with someone who lives in a different time zone from you, the times on the messages that are sent to them are in their local time, which can cause a whole boatload of misunderstanding when they come to your office for the appointment and you’re not there because you thought they didn’t show up two hours earlier. UGH.
After the end time of the appointment came and went, I went over to The Container Store to look at shelving for my new hot stone heater. The store is having a display model sale, and I picked up this iron shelving unit for a fairly cheap price. It looks pretty good with the heating unit upon its top. I’m excited to now be able to offer hot stone massage as an add-on to my other bodywork services.
When I arrived at the dentist’s office, I was ushered into the examination room and strapped into the chair, force-fed large quantities of a powerful emetic, and then had an anesthesia pumped in my butt. In came the dentist, with his mad eyes flashing, a slight fleck of froth at the corner of his mouth, hair wild and an uncontrolled laugh emerging from his throat. With devices cruel and insane, he prodded around my gaping mouth, scraping the gums away from my poor victimized tooth, and then the leverage, prying that innocent tooth from my upper jaw. When that didn’t work, he broke out a wicked looking forceps and started rocking it back and forth, back and forth, in an effort to separate me from my body. Oh, how I screamed and howled, but it was to no avail. A sudden pop, and the Number One tooth came free from its bony socket.
Would he use it in some mad ritual about which I had no idea? Only the maniacal laughter from him and his assistant was my reply.
In reality, the “novocaine” was gently injected into my gums, and the tooth was extracted with grace and ease. The pharmacy nearest his office didn’t carry percodan, so I gritted my teeth and rode back to San Francisco, getting my prescription filled at the Rite-Aid in my office building. While I was waiting for it to be filled, I went upstairs to my studio and the neighbor let me know that my hot stone massage set had been delivered to her office this morning, and would I come and retreive it. Happily, I picked it up from her office, and started uncrating it. I am excited to be offering this as a service – it’s a fun modality and wonderfully therapeutic.
