First, the Good News: the winners of the Beloved samples are Starscent and Elizabeth C. Please contact me at my gmail addy : evilauntieanita, give me your details I will get it out to you!
The ‘loser’ is me. Ol’ Toothy Musette.
What was I THINKING? It’s been a generation since I’ve had a tooth extracted and with the wisdom teeth roots I have, I am officially qualified to go run down a Brontosaur. I won’t bore or queasify you overmuch with the gory details – I’ll just regale you with Things I Have Learned About Tooth Extraction.
1. Gums. They’re just not that into you. Here’s the thing. I think gums are vengeful. Seriously. Think about it – teeth get ALL the attention: bonding, bleaching,veneers…. gums are either diseased or they’re nothing – nobody ever says “wow, what pretty..GUMS you have”. And gums resent that. Even when you go for the extraction, all the focus is on , you guessed it, THE TOOTH. “when was the last time you said “I’m going to have my poor gums stuck with a giant needle SIX TIMES, ripped to shreds and then sewn back up?” Noooo. It’s always THE TOOTH. So gums feel the disrespect. And the minute they get the opportunity for payback, it’s AWN! And where’s Tooth, then? Reposing in some plastic case, without a care in the world. While the gum-bass is bumpin’ in the jawline and the socket is screamin’ “How You Like Me NOW?”. Evil. Gums are evil.
2. Vicodin. It is a gal’s best friend. I’m not big on pain meds in general – but The Gums Made Me Do It. Five hits of novocaine and one of those scary “oooh, this is going to take a minute”….things….and the saw….then even MORE needle (it’s 2012, people and STILL the needle? c’mon!). At that point, you are knowing that Lady Vi is going to be hanging around for a day or so. And you are ever so grateful.
3. Manual Labor. Don’t knock it. Novocaine gone, the next day Gums had their revenge. And Lady Vi, in her valiant fight, left me too loopy even to sleep. I shoveled a half-ton of mushroom compost out of the back of a pickup, ripped up about 3000 weeds and finished hand-tilling the vegetable garden. Note:ymmv and this stuff is for basic gum stuff ONLY (no heart/hernia/appendectony/etc – okay? Don’t want you having to shovel your guts back in along with the compost) Just make sure you don’t let on that you’re trying to distract from the pain. Gums are suspicious and they are already crabby enough. Just tell ’em you want to show off their fancy new stitches to those cute little weeds!!
4. What to Wear for Surgery. I chose Mitsouko. Pre-reforumlation/contemporary. You know, the Honey Badger One. She. Don’t. Care. She grabbed that saw, and the pliers and the nitrous and all the other Instruments of Pain, crushed them in her cruel talons and threw them to the floor in a blind fury. I love her.
5. What to Wear After Surgery. Beats me, which is why you are not getting a review this week. I had the surg on Thursday around 1. Mitsouko stuck by me through the post-op snooze. From then on it’s a blur. I remember wearing some Luxor (a rose perfume oil from Dubai) but mostly because it was on the table. Yeah. I’m feeling “like that” right now. It’s not that I can’t smell stuff. It’s that I don’t care. Friday I was too hopped-up on Lady Vi – I could’ve been spraying myself with rhino urine. I’m better now (though I’m old, as Patty keeps reminding me, so healing is taking a bit longer)…but it still hurts more than I’d like it to. So I still don’t care. I was going to review Mohur but it needs some actual focus. I ain’t got no stinkin’ focus today. I’ll be better in a bit.
So …let’s talk pain. What scents do YOU wear to get you through difficult physical trauma? And why, oh WHY, are there so many nerves in your gums?