Higher than the effing proverbial kite

Well, as of yesterday morning, I am officially wisdom-less. Tooth, that is. Since I had my lowers out last year, there were only 2 left to remove, and this time we went to an orthodontic surgeon in Augusta who, while less convenient, apparently was much less expensive, especially after our dental coverage altered at the beginning of the year. This doc explained a bit more thoroughly than the other, and the staff was much friendlier during the process, at least as far as I remember. My surgery was at 11:15, and we got home around 2. Or maybe 1. I don't recall clearly, I was still coming down from anesthesia and better than half my face was numb. (On a side note, whenever I have had general anesthesia, whether independent of or in league with IV drugs, I have always regained feeling in the right side of my face much more quickly than in the left). I slept off and on (mostly on) for the rest of the day, until half-seven. I got up and since I hadn't eaten in almost 24 hours, had a bowl of applesauce, more Oxy, and a clindamycin (antibiotic, which should also knock out the slight head cold I woke up with on Thursday). Then around 8, my body decided that everything from my small intestine up needed to...relocate. Violently. This was my first negative reaction to anesthesia, and I would rather it never, ever, ever, ever, EVER happen again. What word is ever-er than "ever"? While usually when you get ill, throwing up relieves some underlying pressure, such wasn't the case last night. I cannot remember the last time I felt so miserable, possibly including my broken arm. I finally reached the point where I had been dry-heaving for about 10 minutes off and on, I was able to lie down and work on sleep. At some point during the night I woke up (assisted frequently by one or both of the cats) and was THANK THE LORD no longer nauseous.
When I got up I was so shakey I could barely walk. With preparatory assistance I had eggs, applesauce, yoghurt, and hot cocoa over the day.
Now I'm on my 2nd Oxy of the day, and anything more complicated than sitting on the sofa and keeping my head in generally one position is a liiiiiiiittle challenging. Da came by and started moving my head around, "It's fun to play with drugged people!"
I'll keep that in mind for next time HE'S on oxy. He's worse than I am.

I go back to school tomorrow, and I have to be back before 8 to attend the required meeting on Blood Borne Pathogens because some idiots in my dorm can't properly dispose of feminine hygiene products. Now, issues like this I might be able to understand in Middle School, possibly early High, but in College? Come on, people! That's disgusting!
Grr...[/rant].

Later, all,
~Brilliant

Somniloquence, or Monkey's Ticked Off At Me Again:

As I have frequently related here, I have a repeated issue with insomnia. As I have to get up at 7:30 every day during the week (at least this month), I'm medicated for it on those nights when I have to get up early. Lunesta is some good stuff, aside from the side effect of making everything I drink taste like crap.
However, that doesn't explain the annoyed-ness of the Monkey. Apparently Lunesta is better that I thought; it was strong enough to keep me sound asleep when, at about 2 this morning, I shouted, "I'm coming," and woke up my poor, long-suffering roommate. (and yes, I realize other interpretations of such a statement...I was very confused and startled when Monkey first told me). I've had a lot of dreams about home recently, so I guess I was answering an imagined summons.

Re: my posting habits...I really, really should stop posting in the early A.M. hours. Monkey (one of an estimated 2 readers) went back last night and read through a bunch of posts she'd missed... and caught a buttload of misspellings and other assorted typographical errors.
Brilliant. Really.

::*WARNING* Some movie SPOILERS for "Sweeney Todd" after this point::

Ooh!!! I got to see "Sweeney Todd: Demon Barber of Fleet Street" on Friday! I did (most of) my laundry, and when the last came out, we went over to one of the local cinemas and wheeeeeeee, movie! I'd been looking forward to this movie for a number of reasons: Johnny Depp, Alan Rickman, Helena Bonham Carter, and all of the above SINGING.
"Sweeney Todd" is a slasher musical.

When we got back, after watching Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett slitting/stabbing throats and cooking people in pies respectively, the only comment Monkey and I had was that the blood was not exactly realistic (she said it was too watery or inconsistent, I said it was too bright, and held up my BBQ sauce as a closer example).

A random thought: TV is stupid. Especially the commercials. One that just let up went like this: "We couldn't say it on TV if it wasn't true! Eat all you want and still lose weight!" and on and on ad nauseum about some or the other die(t) product.
Honestly, my first thought in response to their first sentence was, "Um, it's election year, what about them apples?"

I found someone from whom I can get a much cheaper copy of a book for a major class next year, so off I go to do that and check what else I'm gonna need for the other 4 classes for which I do not yet have books.

A bientot. (and again, I wish I could get accent marks....*sigh*)
~Brill

More procrastination

It occurred to me to put something else up here while waiting for my final project to dry more (instead of studying for tomorrow's Yoga final....If I don't know what the benefits of Badhanguliasana are now, I doubt that 20 extra minutes of studying will help a whole hell of a lot) I should put up more random junk here that pretty much no one outside the people mentioned on it read.
I hate shopping for Christmas presents. I had to go to the College Town mall yesterday to get a present for my upperclass(wo)man mentor-person (she rules. Totally.). Any excursion off-campus takes almost as much planning as the military invasion of another country. I have no car. The car I drove at home was an unmitigated piece of shit and when I left would only accelerate over 35mph with a strong tailwind on a downhill slope (don't get me started on how many times I got honked at on either of the 2 -read them, 2- basic ways from our house to WalMart.) I could vent my spleen on that P.O.C. vehicular device until the next coming, but today I shall stop with I have no car here. *cries*
However, Monkey does poses (via parental units) a vehicle, and was willing to, yesterday, venture into parts infrequently traveled to assist me in the procurement of said gift. We arrive at the mall, go inside, and I immediately want to either find a nice, quiet bookstore or leave ASAP; however, Monkey had made me promise to not let her into any bookstores, so that option was out of the question. (Neither of us would leave for a few hours...she literally had to drag/push me out of the local B&N last time we went). Thankfully, we found the Bath & Body Works in the mall quickly (and no bookstore had yet reared its distracting, lovely head) and went in to get a gift.
Frickin'. Holiday. Shoppers! I seriously had to dodge around tables to avoid the hordes, walk stop-go behind people who stand on the other side of the aisle from the merchandise at which they look, and once I got my stuff was prevented from exiting by two guys (around 16 and 12, I'd guess) goofing around with sprays/lotions.
I hate holiday shopping. Last year I took the Hyperactive Hypersonic Demonspawn (8 at the time) to WalMart so that 'he' could get his Christmas shopping done (read: So that he could bounce like a BB in a boxcar off of everything/one and ask for a treat while I got presents to label in his name). on the 23rd of December!!! I am bloody suicidal. This year I am not at home (though I doubt the Dibbuns/Mum have presents prepped this early) and I got all shopping DONE save the one thing that needs to be bought fresh. (I do, however, still have to make rather a lot of biscotti for some friends here for whom I either could think of no present or could not afford a present).
Also, EGADS, the idiots to whom driver's licenses are issued! There should be reissued tests at regular periods to prevent people who should not be from driving. Of course, I also think there should be parenting licenses. (more on that later).

My back hurts. This chair is SO NOT ergo dynamic. Wood, pokey-into-backey, but it does rock! I think I'll need chiropractic help before I am 30. That, or a knee replacement. Ow. I just want to go home and sleep now. I still need to take exams (4 and a 'final critique') and pack...and make sure that I'm not leaving any food in the fridge or dishes around the room.
I did do three loads of laundry last night, and now it is actually possible to get to my closet...if you climb over the remaining laundry. I might need to cut out some clothes...
DINNERTIME! oh, Monkey's "5 Minutes 'Til Food" alarm went off. It's honestly not that good. I routinely make better, if not necessarily better of the same (without the gastro-intestinal side effects) at home.

I showed the Monkey my blog, at her insistence. Reading along, I noticed rather a few typos, mostly in the Oxycodone-influenced posts, but for those that exist, I am sorry. Most days I am just too bloody lazy to reread what I have written. Also, Monkey said she could hear me reading what was written...she says it means she's been hanging out with me too long. Fiddlesticks!

Au revoir.

~Brilliant (or Something)