Gum Work

I paid $800 for this?

I got the putty taken off of my front teeth the other day, and nothing looked very different, aside from a cut in my gums. no noticeable difference in the distance of my gumline from the crowns of my two front teeth. oh well. . . we’ll see how it goes. I think that maybe the procedure was just the beginning, a kickstart to inducing growth of my gums. I’m supposed to massage them regularly for the next couple of weeks to try to coax them further down my teeth. but the quitting smoking thing certainly wasn’t in vain. take a look at this.

Surgical

I woke up this morning and went directly (and by directly I mean, of course, with a stop on the way for a double shot) to my periodontist’s office for a surgery. it wasn’t nearly as bad as I had feared it might be, and I haven’t been experiencing a whole lot of pain yet. he didn’t end up cutting any skin from the roof of my mouth for the graft, as he said that there was enough on the gums already that he might be able to simply pull down what was there and stitch it. so that’s that. and perhaps the real test of my resolve in terms of the cigarette smoking will begin once I’ve healed but ive found out about some nice vape deals and i will try them out. I go back to see the periodontist one week from monday, so we’ll see how I’m doing then.

in other news, not a lot going on. traffic has been slow for this site and doublemuse lately. . . but I guess it’s because of the summer months. I think I’ll write a new poem soon. . . maybe that will bring people back. oh, yeah. . . and we’ve been talking about possibly doing some sort of newsletter or “zine” to distribute here in Urbana-Champaign with interesting little articles or whatever. maybe before we do that we could finally finish up that “selected writings from doublemuse” booklet that we’ve been talking about. I’ll let you know how that works out.

By the Way

I’ve added some new pictures. also, I’m still not smoking cigarettes. it’s been eleven days, and I haven’t killed anyone. though I might’ve been enough of an asshole once or twice to make someone wish that I was dead. or not, I don’t know. I didn’t even really have thoughts/cravings until the last two days or so, and even then they’ve been mild. although there was a cigarette dream on day eight or so. I smoked half of a cigarette in the dream and was really mad that I’d screwed up. anyway. like I said. . . I’ll be able to smoke again when my youngest kid reaches 18. that’s not too far off ;)

So Long, Hearse

the hearse
R.I.P.

so I did it. I got rid of the hearse. it was sad to see her go. . . . it ends a five-year part of my life. but I’ve got a new ride now—the honda, for lack of another name—and she’s more reliable. sorry, hearse. I ended up getting a little impatient about selling it and just took it to the junkyard. especially with how bad that transmission problem had become, it just wouldn’t have been a very nice to sell it to anyone. oh well. life goes on.