Tooth Pain

Sorry peeps, for not having written in awhile. However, to be honest the only reason I'm writing now is because I'm in so much tooth pain that I can't sleep. At 4:30am I woke up in excruciating pain, so much so I couldn't fall back asleep, even though I desperately tried. I have a high tolerance for pain, but this is ridiculous! I think it hurts particularly much when I lie down. The pain seems to abate if I sit upright, which makes sleeping a bit difficult. Which is where I find myself now. I've swallowed a handful of pain pills. And by handful I mean just enough where I don't think I'll overdose. Seriously, this hurts. I guess I'll wait till they kick in, so I can get some sleep. Luckily, I get to wake up at 7am for work. If you can't tell, yes I'm being hugely sarcastic.

I made an appointment to see the dentist on Friday morning, but I might have to see if I can get that pushed up. Obviously, two more days of this kind of agony might be enough to drive me to find pliers and I'm told that's maybe not the best idea. I may regret it in the morning, as they say.

I had an infection in a tooth a few years and I was given antibiotics and Oxycodone. At the time, Oxycodone made me so nauseous that I chose the pain over the pills. I nearly had the entire prescription left over. Thank Goodness! Cause I don't seem to be having a nausea problem at the moment when I dug through my closet and found the little white bastards.

I'm afraid I might have another tooth infection, in which case, they may give me more antibiotics and force me to wait a week before I get another root canal. Boo! I may have to beg for the root canal on Friday. I'll get on my knees, I'm not afraid or proud!

Knowing what you five people out there know about me, you may be wondering how I could possibly have a cavity or an infection, whichever the case may be? I'll find out soon enough. Because my personal hygiene is so impeccable. Well, let me set the record straight. I brush at least twice a day and I'm obsessed with my little flossers, which I use after almost every meal. They really make flossing easy and dare I say, fun. My mom has a theory that I get cavities easily because I was malnourished as an infant, I was adopted at nine months. Other friends have suggested that cavities or the lack of cavities is entirely hereditary. I have no idea on my biological parentage, but it seems to make sense. In my lifetime I couldn't tell you how many cavities I've had, but frankly one is one too many. It also doesn't help that I don't have dental insurance, thank you cheap bastards at NBC, so I can't get cleanings every six months as you should. NBC doesn't provide first year shows with health insurance in an effort to cut costs. But most of the people who work on a TV show are in a union. Unions offer great health insurance, it's one of the benefits. The only positions on a TV show that aren't union are production assistants and assistants (I'm the line producer's assistant) the people who make the least amount of money and who need health insurance the most, making their policy even shittier.

In other news, I'm about to roommateless. This is fantastic news. Ames, understandably, moved closer to UCLA where she pursues her PhD. She doesn't have a car, so her commute via bus would take hours from Westwood to West Hollywood. Now she is a blissful 15 minute ride from school to home. And apparently her new neighborhood is highly rated for walkability. Meaning, it's a conducive hood to hoof it, whereas, Weho, or at least my area of Weho is somewhere in the middle. Other than Ames and my dear friend Armand, I've had horrible horrible luck with roommates in LA. They're either needy, not clean, socially weird, financially unstable, crazy or some combination. So I've decided that once the current crazy, who's lived with me since the beginning of July, moves out at the end of August that I can no longer tolerate the foibles, eccentricities, hygiene lacking, peccadillo's of other people. If I can help it I'm never going to live with another human being again. Oh, but you say what about a future life partner? Well, unless she's my soulmate, who's a specific person, but I'm not gonna tell you in case she reads this blog, then no I'm not planning on living with a lover. I am not the U-Haul type. Of course, I may eat my words some day, but that day is not anytime soon.

Have I nudged open a door when I mention I have a soulmate? Like I said, I can't tell you. And I would understand your skepticism because true soulmates are so rare. I don't think I've witnessed true soulmates in my life. Certainly, I've got plenty of friends who are deeply in love with their mates, but true soulmates? I can only tell you that when I look at this person I know it to be true. It's nothing I can articulate, but it's something I feel deeply. I'm actually not that pleased about it, because in order for us to someday be together we'd have to overcome some major hurdles. Like she'd have to know I'm alive. To be honest, she sort of knows I'm alive. But not really. And really I think I could meet a great girl tomorrow and be happy for many years. Maybe I'm not meant to be with my soulmate in this lifetime? Although, I think the finding and recognition of your soulmate is so rare that regardless of time, space, distance, lifetimes, ultimately when you found that person you'd be together. Who knows? I certainly don't have answers. I can just hope for the best. If it happens, I promise to reveal who, what, when. In the meantime, I'm happily single.

Okay, I think that concludes this edition. Cheers, friends.