Red Mosquito

dad wrote:i accept you no matter what, lenny.

gay. straight. lethargic.

just be you.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

dad wrote:i accept you no matter what, lenny.

gay. straight. lethargic.

just be you.

The last two it's the last two!

dad wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Dentist appt!

This was a rescheduled appt and I had a different hygienist. I’m in love with the regular one so today is trash

describe the regular hygienist to us.

how do you feel after she cleans your teeth?

is love or lust or a little of both?

spike wrote:

dad wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Dentist appt!

This was a rescheduled appt and I had a different hygienist. I’m in love with the regular one so today is trash

describe the regular hygienist to us.

how do you feel after she cleans your teeth?

is love or lust or a little of both?

Keep in mind that an Alabama 10 is a 6 most other places.

The Argonaut wrote:uncalled for. Say sorry

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

The Argonaut wrote:uncalled for. Say sorry

It’s no more called for than spike’s attack.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

The Argonaut wrote:uncalled for. Say sorry

It’s no more called for than spike’s attack.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

The Argonaut wrote:uncalled for. Say sorry

It’s no more called for than spike’s attack.

I specifically called spike for it, and he delivered.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Fine. She's a Chicago 4.7

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:Friday morning I got four wisdom teeth pulled. Passed on the fentanyl during the procedure, and no opiates after. Had been fine until today with just ibuprofen and tylenol.

As of this morning, I'm pretty sure I've developed dry socket in one tooth. I'm in fuckin' agony.

Kill me.

Called the doc this morning re: unbearable pain and foul taste in mouth. Dry socket likely in two locations, but treating all four just to be safe. This is gross so I’ll spoiler it.

Spoiler: show

im now regularly cleaning out the sockets with medicine via an elongated, curved syringe. Have to gingerly insert the thing all the way into the holes — I mean about 1/2”, which is pretty brutal — and flush everything out. Can see all the way into my gums. Horrific.

First round this morning was awful. I was shaking and sweating the whole time, my girls just rubbing my back and giving me moral support while they looked away.

Subsequent applications have been progressively easier. Pain has subsided considerably and putrid stench is going away. Just knocked out a fourth cleansing like a champ. Maybe a couple more days like this?

I will say, if you’re on the fence, just do it now. I couldn’t imagine dealing with this when I’m 50 or 60.

BurtReynolds wrote:I think I'll put off the dentist's appointment for awhile.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:I think I'll put off the dentist's appointment for awhile.

How many cavities do you think you have?

BurtReynolds wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:I think I'll put off the dentist's appointment for awhile.

How many cavities do you think you have?

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