It hurts when you get old(er). I fucked my knee up again and had some dental work done. Great insurance is awesome. I’m taking full advantage of it while it’s in front of me. Except sometimes recovery is more painful than the actual problem was to begin with. They’re still doing tests on my knee but the dental surgery is over for now. My bone graph for the implants look good. This is the first time in years my mouth/ teeth work properly. My last dentist, I’m finding out, was a complete hack. After the two root canals and crowns he performed about 16 years ago finally died and had to be cut out of my jaw, I can actually eat properly with no tooth there yet. My jaw use to click also. That went away. What the dental surgeon found in the x-rays were four wisdom teeth in the back growing forward, so his plan is to not put the last molar implants in the back. I’m cool with that.
Also my knee that use to respond well to cortisone injections decided it didn’t want to cooperate any more. The orthopedic surgeon is slow as hell as is the MRI staff. At least they gave me anti-inflammatory and more of them pain meds I’m growing fond of. According to them I’m not taking enough. I’m suppose to take them on a schedule, not as needed. But once a day in the evening is fine with me. Fuck them, I’m not going to be an addict. My employer is fine for now with my light duty schedule. We passed a State Inspection, what more do they want. I actually quit on Tuesday. Those retiree’s really know how to piss me the fuck off. They throw garbage all over the place! Why? Who the hell does that? Why would someone set garbage on the floor where there’s four trash carts inside the building and two huge dumpsters outside? What the Fuck is wrong with these asswipes? I don’t know, they sure know how to find that last nerve and keep grinding it. The corporate office said to take a few days off and come back Monday. They must like me there, I didn’t get wrote up. They scare me sometimes with that employee friendly attitude stuff. I’m not use to it.
But, here is the point of the post. I casually follow Deviant Art channels. A few I really like because I can learn their drawing techniques that apply to my way of thinking and my arthritic hand. Out of no where I found a lady who makes felt dolls. She had just opened a Deviant Art Channel and I liked her drawings. Then she posted the doll. I had to have one. I hope I didn’t creep her out, but I wanted one really bad. I told her to name her price. She’s Canadian so I tried to be on my best behavior. I didn’t want to come across as the typical media enhanced American Idiot Fox News is so great at promoting. I even opened a PayPal account just so she’d feel safer about my intentions. I wanted one so bad I would have paid what ever she asked. So here it is…
The Fuzzy Doll by Koma13. It’s simplistic but says a lot. I want more, like a collection. I’ll pay her what ever she wants. I just thought they were the coolest things I’d seen in a long time. It was cool enough, I was afraid I’d scare her just asking to buy one. But there’s also a connection to the appearance of this piece of work. It kind of looks like me when I was an 18 year old kid back in 1980. At least the hair looks the same.
I’m the one on the right. Karen’s there to pretty up the picture. I was grunge before it was a thing, and Disco really did suck!