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Re: Whatever, Let's Have A Goddamn Blog Thread, But Try And Keep It Reasonable, pt B
RedLion:
The previous talk of dental work on this page reminded me: yesterday I had a cavity drilled with no Novocaine. It's the weirdest feeling in the world. It's not painful in a conventional sense, but it's the most uncomfortable thing I have ever experienced. It's like someone is pouring ice cold water directly into your tooth.
pen:
Depends how deep your cavity is. I had a shallow cavity filled with no novocaine when i was probably 10 and my mouth vibrated a lot but i wasn't bothered by anything. Sounds like yours was pretty close to a nerve.
mishy:
re: dentists. i can't handle more than cleanings. any fillings (and i have lots) require me to take Ativan, which honestly doesn't help at the time (i just forget the whole day that had a dentist appt in it) and i end up panicking and squirming in my chair, tears pouring out the sides of my eyes and into my ears, me gripping the hygenist's hand like i'm in fucking labour.... and it's not about the pain, i'm just fucking scared of getting dental work. and i'm not a child, i don't know wtf is wrong with me and dentists...
anyway...
dear blog thread. this is my first post in here. i feel like punching someone, and short of any other suitable, reasonable, legal, allowable target, i feel like punching myself. in the face. i don't even know what's wrong, i just get this feeling of "gaaaaaahhhh!! i can't stand it anymore!!!!1" and it's not even anything in particular. it's just this buzzing negative energy building to a boiling point.. and punching a pillow wouldn't help. i feel like i need to make a mark. i'm somehow reminded of fight club now....
i dunno, does anyone else ever feel like this?
Jimmy the Squid:
Yeah. A lot actually. I deal with it through scream therapy. This isn't real scream therapy by the way, but I use my weekly rehearsals with my black metal band as kind of an outlet for my rage and depression. There was a point late last year when we hadn't rehearsed for about two months because first I had had my university exams and then the drummer had had his exams and we just didn't have the time. By the end of the first month I had started to treat everyone around me like absolute shit and I completely and unabashedly hated myself. I began to alienate the people who mean the most to me and even my posts here (where some of the people who mean the most to me are) began to get more and more bitter (I think, anyway). The first day back at rehearsal was incredible. I hadn't realised how important it was for me to have that outlet through which I could channel all my negativity.
Long story short, cartharsis is rad. Consider joining a metal band?
Jimmy the Squid:
Also, ahh there's a spider in my room! It's big and hairy and where the fuck did it go??? Fuck I hate things with more than four legs!!!
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