RØB Severson (jabberwocky) wrote,
RØB Severson

Losing A Part Of You

I had a tooth extracted for the first (and hopefully the last) time today. ON THE ONE HAND, the tooth had been pretty useless for some time (years, even), as it was the subject of a root canal towards the very end of my tenure at Network Solutions (say summer 2009), THEN I didn't have insurance for half a decade, and was poor besides, so never got a crown for it, of course, and it slowly just chipped and decayed and rotted away little by little in that time (my steady diet of candy, cookies, and milkshakes didn't help, I'm sure). Basically today they just took the last remnants of it out; it took probably less than 30 seconds between when they wrenched out the first piece and when they were done and applying gauze to soak up all the blood. I mean it was just a crummy old partial-tooth of which I had long lost proper use, and which mostly served to get food caught in it for the past smattering of years. It was the furthest-back molar so the gap where 'twas isn't visible in the usual course of conversation and smiling and such. ON THE OTHER HAND, in its way it really does feel like losing a PART of myself; losing a body part that is supposed to be with you forever. I don't feel like I'm incomplete, really, but I do feel like something's missing. If that makes any sense.

They prescribed me painkillers. Can painkillers alleviate the pain that comes with knowing that an ostensibly-permanent piece of you is now GONE? Are they prescribed to counter whatever brief and slight physical discomfort I might feel along the gum-line? Or to numb the realization that my corporeal form is coming apart at the seams? In any case, they'll probably be plenty effective for either...at least, temporarily.

Where all that's concerned, I'm paying $170-something per month for health insurance, so I should probably see a doctor while I'm at it--while I'm at determining the true fragility of my continued (or...otherwise!?) physical existence, that is. My complete lack of exercise and my hideous diet (to say nothing of their respective and combined results) are probably enough to make any physician cringe.

My pal Matt turned 45 years old earlier this year. As a life-long record collector and occasional record-releaser, he celebrated this by releasing a 45, with 4 songs on one side and 5 songs on the other, each of them 45 seconds long, and each by a different musical-act friend of his. Googolplexia appears on Side B (you can download both sides for free, following that link). The record is available to purchase online or at the official release show on 12/15 at this place called San Loo on Cherokee Street. Matt's birthday is in October, but whereas vinyl used to take six weeks to arrive on your doorstep from the day you shipped out the masters, it now takes more like seven months. He sent the masters out back in May hoping/expecting he'd have the records in time for his mid-October birthday, but in fact they arrived the week of Thanxgiving. Oh well! Anyway Eleven Magazine called my song "the highlight" of the record, woo! Which is especially flattering considering how good every last song on the thing turned out, IN MY HUMBLE O. Pals really came together to make something special! I am very happy to be a part of it! My song combines my loves of Roman numerals (it is caled "XLV" and is, I am pretty sure, the only song on this thing about turning or at least being 45 years old), world literature, and novelty songs (the primary inspiration in this latter category probably being 1950's "The Thing" by Phil Harris, which I recall first encountering in Mr. Krausch's "music class" at Chesterfield Elementary in sixth grade or thereabouts).

AND, I chose this userpic because good old Alex Younger wrote a letter (with pen and paper) to tell me his wife is pregnant with their first kid and he's changing his last name to hers and maybe someday he'll move out of New York City. He even signed it "Miles Knob" (among other names). Hah! I need to write that dude back!
Tags: alex younger, birthday, dentistry, drugs, googolplexia, i'm awesome, i'm dumb, matt harnish, music, records, work

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