I had a whole post I was going to write about how an old tooth filling of mine fell out last night and how I went to the dentist and he put a temporary filling in and how he gave me pain medication because my mouth aches and how I have to go back to the dentist tomorrow for a root canal.
It was going to be longer and more in depth. And then I took the codeine. Yeah, I’m that much a wimp…codeine is making my brain mushy…deal with it.
I have a huge fear of the dentist. I’m going to have the shits tomorrow morning from this medicine and my nerves. I should take Imodium before I get the shits. You think that will counteract the poo?
You know, I’m talking about the poo because I’m feeling very relaxed right now. Not relaxed enough to poo right at this moment, but relaxed enough to write about my future pooing. I can’t stop myself from typing the word poo.
Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, poopy, poo, poo, poo.
Poo.
Okay, I’m done.
I will be stroking 15 people tomorrow. Yeah, I know. I’ll probably have to ice myself after. All that friction, you now. But, please tune in tomorrow for the stroking. I promise to wash my hands in between each so that nobody is getting sloppy seconds or thirds or whatever. Yeah, I know that was gross but I’ve had a bad case of potty humor all day.
And what’s up with men emailing me to ask me if I’m real? Who the fuck do you think is writing this blog? Am I a fictional character that exists only in someone’s mind? Yes, I’m fucking real. I just pinched myself and it hurt even on the codeine. So there.
I’m going to lie down now because I feel so relaxed that you could pour me down the drain. I need to zone out.
Night my sweeties.
One more time…..poo. Hahahaha.
Fresh Air Lover 
kissy-poo!
People are asking if you’re real because you’re unlike any other woman I’ve seen blogging. (bear in mind I’ve been swimming in the blog pond for about six months so I’m no expert) Also there was this big hoo ha a few months back when this girl was doing a video blog and hundreds of people were believing she was real and it turned out she was fictional and the people behind it were morons who give real indie filmmakers a bad name. Actually, you probably know more about this story than me so I’ll shut up now. ;-P
Good luck at the dentist. I loathe them with a passion. Barbers too. I don’t want anyone touching me or standing that fucking close to me. Just ew!
Oh, you poor dear. I have a similar fear of dentists. Ask for the nitrous oxide tomorrow. It’s the only thing that made my root canal bearable. And when they turn on the gas and tell you to breathe normally…fuck them! Breathe like it’s your last breath. Then you’ll be set.
I love codeine.
Eat steamed rice. Or take the immodium. Your choice. But do one of them.
Hey Deb, Good luck with the dentist, just pretend he is in his underwear when you go. Oh wait that is how you get over your fear of speaking in front of large crowds. I got nothin….
Root canals – hate ’em. I’ve had two and more than likely will have to have two more some time in my future. Luckily I have no fear of the dentist or any other oral doctor.
I’m one of the few people I know that codeine doesn’t do anything to except for kill the pain. It puts my mom and one of my brothers out completely. So much so that both can only take 1/2 of a pill.
Good luck tomorrow.
Poo to you too.
*giggle* Debbie is funnay on Codeine. IF it weren’t illegal I’d say you should do it more often.
Sleep well!
you said poo. that was cool.
I hate them too. I’d rather give birth again, seriously. And they’re so darn smug, to boot.
Anyway, inhale all the drugs you can tomorrow. Sending quick recovery wishes your way.
I get asked if I’m real too. Of course I’m not. I’m a fucking CARTOON!!
Hope the tooth heals hun.
Sorry, I didn’t mean to ruffle your feathers with the question.
I’m an old blues singer, but a baby blogger. I’ve enjoyed stopping by – I hope you don’t mind.
I hope you’re feeling better…
Gas! Not the poo kind of gas, but the dentist kind. Just get it. You’ll solve the world’s problems while your dentist does his thing. And you’ll conveniently forget about all those solutions by the time you get to the parking lot.
bella
I love me some codeine, share? And what do you mean? I didn’t think you were real at all, I mean come on. yeah I’m sarcastic. Good luck at the dentist-poo.
i thought narcotics bound you up..or is that antibiotics? One of them makes you go..the other not go…have some cheese w/your codeine next time.
Codeine doesnt help me at all. Just makes me jittery and wired. and it gives me the cha cha chas. And then being nervous about the next day? Total Cha Cha Chas. I hope everything turns out ok!!!
*hugs*
(((((((( hugs )))))))))) on the tooth thing!!! I have one I need fixed just kind of keep putting off!!!
Oh and on the guys, that is because they don’t realize that a woman can be upfront, in your face, no holds barred … just like a guy. They are probably intimidated!!! Unfortunate because strong, independent, and vocal women are the wave of the present!!!
Valium drip, valium drip, makes all the pain start to slip…
And I put links to all the songs I recommended on my blog, which had been sorely neglected…
http://lucitehead.blogspot.com/
If you like any of them, I’ll pass them on. Good luck with the dentist!
mg: Kisses.
shadowdog: I never heard of that video. I don’t have the energy to do that.
lex: Oh, I don’t ever eat after 6 PM so I used the Imodium. Everything went okay.
srb: Thanks. It was’nt so bad.
kim jong: I just went to my happy place and tried not to think about the noises I was hearing.
katrina: Codeine knocked me on my ass.
fyrchk: Poo is funny.
the lily: I was laughing so hard while writing that post, I can’t even describe it. I was snorting with the giggles. And yet I couldn’t stop myself.
duckie: POOOOOOOO
katrice: Everything went fine. I’m still numb.
steph: I got at least 8 emails in the past week or so asking me that. It’s very strange.
ncblues: It wasn’t just you. I have been receiving lots of email asking me if I’m real and I just think it’s weird. No worries, I wasn’t mad just perplexed.
bella: Not the poo kind of gas. That’s funny.
jr: I’m real. I really am. I may have to get my friends to start commenting to prove it. Oh, and ask HDW she’s actually met me.
march: I don’t take antibiotics unless it’s life or death. I’m allergic to too many of them. So, I wouldn’t know.
softball: I didn’t get jittery, just drunk.
fleas: Am I all that? You make me sound great. I think I’m a mess. Anyhow, thank you dear.
jj: Valium drip? That sounds lovely. I’m going to check out the songs now.
AWWWW! We both feel icky š¦
But you have better drugs!
Now all we need is to find a friend with some morphine and we’re set!
Kidding – feel better!
No way you’re real. Girls don’t poop.
Poo talk is my favorite topic. Garunted to make you laugh.