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Ondine She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She can take the dark out of the nighttime And paint the daytime black. --Bob Dylan 2004-09-14 12:06 PM Seeing Double Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: Contemplative Read/Post Comments (0) |
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I was in a karate tournie last spring and had to spar against teenage girls--never again! One kicked me in the jaw. At first, I thought it just left a small bruise, but then my teeth started getting weird with cold and hot. It kept getting worse. My dentist said it was just some gum inflamation and there was nothing on the X Ray. Then, last week, I was eating yogurt and part of my molar fell off the tooth! I called the dentist and went in yesterday to get it fixed. He gave me a shot of something and I started seeing double--dentist says, "You aren't seeing double..that only happens when the nerve is hit when you give the shot in the upper lip." So I guess I was imagining seeing double? Why don't people believe me? Drives me nuts. OK, so he fixed it, and stupid me thought I could just go about the rest of my day teaching writing, cleaning, going to work shop, etc...but instead I came home and fell asleep--all damn day! Woke up when the kids got home. Didn't teach, didn't write, didn't go to workshop. My tooth feels good now, though--so I guess he fixed it, and I am no longer seeing double. No more sparring teenagers!! Let that be a lesson to you. Well, better today and I wrote! Finally..gahhhh....Maybe that double vision cleared the cobwebs from my brain out and I could finally see my characters again. I don't recommend cracking teeth for writer's block, though--a little extreme. Figured out what I was doing wrong with Deathwish and nailed Lugain after the quake..got it all sexy. I brought in Angela's graveyard of bees idea for Death--it's so damn creepy. My daughter has the best ideas. Death is damn sad. I have to keep her that way, at least for now. Sad and overwhelmed and clueless. And then the dead ghost bees come and carry her away. God, I love that image. |
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