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Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.

About five hours ago I had four impacted wisdom teeth removed, a surgical process otherwise known as death. Yesterday night I googled every morbid website available for worst-case scenarios–“17-year-old dies after removal of four wisdom teeth.” One of the most comforting posts, typed up by user ANUSLOGAN, read “omgomgomg bleed you just drip blood and drink pools of blood ew gross.” Wikipedia lists “wisdom teeth” in about thirty languages before it even mentions impaction or extraction or the physiology of teeth and jaw. Getting my שן בינה out (foreign-looking characters to be read right to left), getting my зуби мудрості out.

I also learned after seeing the most recent Indiana Jones film with my parents that my mother feigns sleep whenever all non-diegetic elements suggest that a Mayan man with poisonous darts might spring out from behind a totem pole. And that Mayans were taught magical skillz by a number of divine aliens from Mars, and that Harrison Ford is 66 and spawned a mini-Indy. It must have been great fun to play the extras in the film: strip naked and run at senescent Harrison Ford while blissfully embodying an indigenous stereotype.

All the diplomas hanging in the dentist’s waiting room were crooked, and today before my surgery my obsessive-compulsive impulses drove me to begin furious adjustments. I noticed then that my orthodontist’s portrait made him look like an emaciated Ralph Fiennes on crack, or maybe just Tom Riddle in the transitional stage between puberty and Voldemort. Intravenous sedation is also known as SSotP (scariest shit on the planet), because I was out the moment Dr. Pubescent Voldemort pricked my arm.

Nothing beyond this is worth describing because torrents of blood did not gush from my empty sockets and I did not have hallucinations about carnivorous mushrooms. There was no shrieking of omgomgomg bleed you just drip blood and drink pools of blood ew gross. Everything that passes through my mouth tastes of gauze, including the tub of mashed potatoes I just inhaled.

Everyone should milk recuperation for all it’s worth. It is just too great, excluding the pain. I lazed on the couch watching every bad daytime series available. I watched a midget rip off his shirt, pronounce his love for a slutty woman, and denounce his former tall gay lover a la Jerry Springer. I watched kitties in trees being rescued on a local news channel. Then I watched Barney the big fucking friendly dinosaur, whose voice is infinitely lower than it was at the show’s inception.

And now for a non-sequitur, because I am unhealthily obsessed with finding magic in the mundane:

6 Responses to “Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.”

  1. May 29th, 2008 | 7:07 pm

    OMG OMG SHAN… I mean, BLOOD!!!

  2. June 20th, 2008 | 5:27 am

    I have unilaterally decided we must be friends. Just so you know. I too am confused and pretentious. I keep it real, though. Sometimes my grammar is bad, for instance, to keep from alienating my cat. And my thermos.

    That which I had just finished tap-dancing out afore Googling “The flowers herself”:

    “There’s some applicable Latin, something to do with Homer and maybe the mid-section being disordered to front and center—she was on a diet, after all, in a rare and unchristian surrender to vanity—but the point, caveat emptor, has less to do with knock-off epic and more to do with the fact that she was buying the flowers herself.”

    How in the whatnot does Google pull up your blog before the Google book text of Mrs. D? I mean, you seem swell and everything, but IT’S VIRGINIA we’re talking about here.

  3. June 20th, 2008 | 5:31 am

    Moreover. A speedy de-swelling of the gums to ye.

  4. July 20th, 2008 | 12:48 am

    Perhaps during your google search you also came across my website of wisdom teeth removal and learned of even more deaths than just the 17 year old as mentioned. Your style of writing is very unique and I like it though.

  5. April 21st, 2009 | 10:08 pm





  6. emily
    April 21st, 2009 | 10:15 pm


    shanshan is neither pretentious nor confused. in fact, she never pretends and is very certain.

    that is all.