Lately it's been torture for me to come up with posts. After the love/fart/egg sandwich post last week, I felt like George on Seinfeld when he learned to always leave on a high note. After that post (and other popular ones) I felt like saying, Thank you and good night . For real. But I didn't.
Did you know that if you stop working out or exercising, your muscles ATROPHY? The same goes for writing. And loving. And relationships. And self discipline.
Sigh.
I plug along, not sure of what or if I have anything to say. Putting words in front of others to just give you a glimpse at the machinery. Dull as it may sometimes be.
I want to write bitter dentist posts.
Today I shall go back for a second time this week in order to have both blood and money let. Monday was my first filling in about 20 years that I needed. My regular dentist is on vacation so I have the other one. The other one is gruff and says little. I know what his secret is too, as it's readily readable in all his mannerisms. He hates his job but is trapped doing it. Anyway, he jacked me up so full of novacain that my eye drooped and I had trouble swallowing. Unforturnately, he didn't wait long enough for it to really take effect before he started grinding out my tooth. Even as I winced, he made no effort to soothe me. It's okay, I can take it, I'm a man. At least that is what I kept telling myself. Then he left the room and the torture cleaning dental assistant came in to finish the job. She reminds me of a teacher always frowning at things she doesn't like and saying "Good!" when she is pleased. The only difference is that I didn't DO anything to merit frowns or praises. Still, I am happy when she looks in my mouth and says "Good!". I guess I'm just a praise junkie.
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I could swear my former hygenist learned her trade from the Nazi's back in '42...
Hi Torn!
I know what you mean. My old dentist found problems every where.
Right before getting my braces he suddenly found 12 cavities. lol
He finished the cleaning and wanted to schedule me for emergency work since I was getting my braces in 2 days.
I never went, an my orthodontist never saw the 12 new little problems that had popped into my mouth in less then a year. He had taken an x-ray and only told me to get my annual cleanning.
My new one is so nice and gentle. His assistant is also very sweat. I guess THEY like their jobs.
As for the writing, I understand. Maybe take a break and write every other day?
Have fun!
Later!
J
When I was reading this the dentist song from Little Shop of Horrors was running through my head. Was he humming that as he worked on you?
I know exactly what you're dealing with. You hit that wall of "what the hell am I supposed to write about today?"
But eventually SOMETHING comes out. And if not, then don't write for a day ... or two ...
Time to recharge your batteries.
I'm finding blogging a bit rough these days too.
Make up lies or stories? Anything that will generate comments to give you inspiration, or start posting nude pictures to tide us over.
While it will take something special to top the love/fart/egg sandwich, I still enjoy stopping by for a random slice of your day or whatever is on your mind.
god that dentist bit was hard to read. i don't deal with dentist well. and novacane is only mildly effective for me. so i could absolutely totally relate.
Why is it that some of these technicians are trained by the Marquis du Sade? Not to be confused with Sade, who might be just as blood thirsty aside from her recording of "Sweetest Taboo". Peridontal probing should be reserved for the white house administration when we're trying to find out where they've been hiding Osama for the 2008 election debacle.
kb
I understand about feeling out of ideas for the blog. Sometimes I wonder if a break would be a good idea.
In terms of the dentist, I hate to be a nag, but if you flossed daily, your visits probably would not be so painful. Actually, that is a lie. I am all about being a nag. Floss your damn teeth.
Add my two cents for "keep on blogging". I enjoy your posts whether they are spectacular or mundane.
As for dentists - oh, did you bring back painful memories! Growing up our dentist was a "friend" of my dad's. He was trained in the dental corp(?) during the Korean War and felt that novacaine was for wusses. (He was kind enough to use it to remove my wisdom teeth.) For cavities he used an old mechanical (band driven) drill and NO pain killer. The imprint of my grip still has to be in that chair and my teeth still hurt. Luckily I've since found a more humane dentist.
everybody loves attention....don't they????
it's never once been torture to read you. but this is your break. to do as your please. blog when you wanna, don't when you don't wanna. it'll just make us crave you even more.
yeah, like that's possible.
I have a great dentist. I should really count my blessings.
You write we laugh, simple as that. The story about Serge and the foot cream on his face is the funniest thing I have read in years. How about writing about your gardening? Wait is that a little green bud on that brown stick out there? At any rate, just write about what is going on and we will read with care. I appreciate your concern that something important is written but really we don't deserve novel quality writing. Tornwordo, keep on keeping on. Maybe Serge could write a blog once in a while?
I think all dentists are evil. Mine let me off real easy last time, but that doesn't mean he hasn't got plans for me. Evil, evil plans.
I am usually so wasted when I leave the dentist, he could rip out all my teeth and I wouldn't give a shit. It's called IV sedation, and it is fabulous!!
You, darling, are never dull! Never. Did I give you your fix? heehee!
I was at the dentist today, too. No cavities. However, I was reminded to stimulate/toughen my gums with a sulca brush. Great. My before-bed routine has just ballooned to 2.5h.
Oh Torn,
from one praise junkie to another, I've admired the way you seem to be able to create a piece that "connects" out of thin air. Even though I well know the work and discipline involved, you seem to always bring something with humanity to it. To me the thing about blogging is the opportunity to connect with like minded people I couldn't meet in daily life. I'm glad I've met you.
Don't give up your blog. Whatever you write about - even the difficulty of finding something to write about - something sane and civilised comes through, and there's a need out here that that fills.
You know you do well, but I personally don't like it when the dentist talks because then I want to but there's something in my mouth.
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