Tuesday, 5 May 2009

Preventative Medication

I have taken the painkilling precautions necessary for when the anaesthetic wears off. Last trip to the dentist for six months, finally. This appointment turned into a race against time at the end because the first (worst) tooth took a little longer than expected... the back of it broke away a few weeks back, while I was eating a cheese and onion pastie. I was informed by Dr I that it wouldn't matter much at this stage what I was eating, the clip it was in (nothing to do with the crusty bread then, phew). 

Those jaw injections cause three different types of pain. Needle: Ow. Influx of numbing stuff which ironically, causes pain to the tissues it flows in to... then the jaw realises it's being invaded and the deeper, ear-bound swell of brown, wincing chronic stuff begins. Fortunately it doesn't last long, since it precludes anaesthesia. It's the type of instant-headache pain that you get when you really whack your head against something, or get punched. Problem is, it doesn't actually go away. It waits for the numb to subside so it can express itself fully. And that precautionary dose of ibuprofen wasn't administered soon enough, it would seem. 

I couldn't think of any word other than 'actioned' then. 

That's not even a word. 


Other than the dentist's, then. Got a job! Got a good job, too. Finally. Support work, kids with disabilities, through the council, get in. A good tonne and a half has lifted from my lithe little shoulders. The agency is to blame for non-words like 'actioned' creeping into my lexicon. Bye-bye mickey mouse bank, bye-bye bigger jumped up building society with tacky bells on. It feels like I'm leaving the credit crunch behind. 

Having said that, everyone's forgotten, haven't they? Sneezing pigs abound. The result of another type of preventative medication that should never, never, never have been allowed. I got a book when I was six called 'The Young Person's Guide to Saving the Planet' which explained to me, among many things, why giving livestock antibiotics with their tea was, is, a bad idea. That was nineteen years ago (my Dad wanted to get me good and angry about the destruction of Gaia at a young age, it'd seem). Nineteen years ago. It's not much on a grand scale, but it's definitely enough time for something to be pencilled in for changing, looked at a bit more, grumbled about, pushed, and at least started. And they were still going on about it by the time I was doing GCSE Biology, so some people remember and thought it should be included in a national program for indoctrinating children. What's going on? I feel for the pigs, that's who I feel for. Sod the humans. It doesn't seem to be that serious ('scuse me, just sneezed) but it ought to be. It's definitely a warning, a rumble before the biggie. A chance to prepare and start to alter the way livestock are maintained before anything ridiculous happens. Personally, I'm convinced the next one will be zombie infection. My brother happens to be an expert on survival during zombie attack, so I'll be moving to Leeds to hide behind him the moment I get wind of THAT catastrophe. Whaddaya know little Rick, a media degree has its uses in the wide world after all. 

One final thing. Rita is still missing, has been since the 18th of April. The last mouse I left out has a strangely distended belly, which it didn't have before (I should note that it's dead, therefore should not be growing, and also male, so definitely doubly should not be swelling with child)... I'm scared if I touch it a multitude of maggots will spurt forth and bite me. I'll probably become the first zombie. Best get Richard to do it.

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