monkey flees from sabretooth

My wisdom tooth is out. It hurts and it bleeds and I look like a zombie.

And it took forever. My system was in such distress that it just ate the anaesthetics up, and everything remained sensitive and painful.  I could’ve run a marathon, but they just couldn’t get my stupid flesh to go numb. Monkey instincts.

The young doctor who started the operation kept getting more and more nervous, until he had to get his more experienced partner. After a certain point it went quickly, if noisily, and now I’m back home and feeling weird. Also spitting blood.

I am thankful Verena was there, because otherwise I would’ve had a total nervous breakdown.

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