By Saturday night I was screaming in pain…
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Spring has sprung, I think, in the last couple of days. We had the fizzle Nor’Easter, a few crappy cold days, and then, all of a sudden yesterday, things warmed up and the feeling of this place changed. When New England decides the next season needs to begin, it can be quite definite about it, sometimes spectacularly so. This time, it was like flipping a switch. No production, no fuss, just, “OK, it’s Spring now.”
I saw snowdrops today. They made me so happy. There was a big-ass pile of snow over them last week, and I thought we’d lost them for this year. But today, I saw them in the gloaming as I was walking home from the bus. The pile of white crap (well, black crap, really: this being Eastern Mass) had melted back some to reveal a small patch of them near the tree they grow under.
They’re so lovely.
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So, the thing. The thing with the dentist and the wrestling. Where to begin?
On Thursday, a tooth I had been neglecting started smarting a bit. So I called the oral surgeon I had been avoiding, and made an appointment for the following Monday.
About the middle of the day on Friday, with the pain beginning to crescendo, I remembered that this was an infection, and that having an infection when going for oral surgery was not the best notion. I called my regular dentist and asked him to prescribe me an antibiotic. The last time he had done so, he had given me these Penicillin horse pills, like 875mg or something. They knocked down my infection to nothing in a matter of hours. This time, he prescribed me 250mg. I looked at them a bit askance, but I took them, figuring they would work, since my dentist had prescribed them.
By Saturday morning, the infection seemed to be going down, but it was still raging. By Saturday night I was screaming in pain. I went to the emergency room. They prescribed me a different antibiotic in capsules the size of the horse pill penicillin and a pain reliever, and sent me home.
I took my pills, and slipped into blissful sleep. I slept for eight solid hours. Thank you painkillers. The next morning the pain was less and the swelling was going down. By Monday morning it was still bad, but not nearly as bad. I had no appetite: I really don’t like painkillers that much, lucky me, but I was taking them. I showed up to the appointment, was greeted cheerfully and without judgment, and a half an hour later, after the alluded-to wrestling, I emerged sans #19 molar.
From Friday until Monday, while I was waiting for my appointment, I was on my couch in the living room. I didn’t do much of anything but watch TV and look at Facebook.
I’m feeling better now, thanks, but I’ve got some healing to do.
And that’s why this week’s blog post is two days late.
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Suggested activity: Go back and read my first post on this blog. I’ll wait.
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So as you can see, I have some issues with executive function. No sense denying it. In fact, one of the main purposes of this blog is to help me develop a structured approach to writing:, with an assignment to meet every week. I set the posts in advance and the challenge is to never put up a late or empty post.
Oops.
But it won’t happen again.
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Enough of my dithering: let’s literally get on with the show.
Trans Program #2: Untitled
Pink Tiffany (44 min) (US) Nepali with Subtitles, English with Subtitles
I don’t know if this is an obvious thing to say or not, but the thing that makes a documentary work for me is a beating heart. This movie has one. Her name is Laxsmi, and she is principal subject Meghna Lama’s mother. Her inner beauty and love for her daughter come through so clearly on screen. I love Meghna too. She is this movie’s second beating heart. She is beautiful (Miss Trans Nepal), a committed trans activist (runs a trans activist organization called Pink Tiffany), and rides her scooter around Merrakech, She’s funny, and direct, and such a queen. Wicked Queer is the first US festival to show this film, and I am so excited that we are doing so
I Am They (58 min) (UK) English, Icelandic with subtitles.
I have been a Fox Fisher fan for a long time and seeing their film show up in WQ’s submissions was very exciting for me. I was not as familiar with Owl Fisher (so I probably need to catch up on a few videos, heh.) They are Fox’s partner in this film, as in life. Fox and Owl run one of my very favorite Youtube channels, My Genderation, and they are crack documentarians.
Fox is nonbinary transmasculine, and Owl is nonbinary transfeminine, and as the title suggests, this movie is about their experiences as nonbinary and as a couple. They both talk to the camera in an adapted vloggish style, but they are in control of their message top to bottom and this doc is very fast-paced, though not rushed. They cover a surprising amount of territory in less than an hour. The film shows a very strong documentary voice!
This program runs at 2 PM on Sunday the 8th of April at the Brattle.
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