The Bloody Doors Off

I now have a full understanding of the concept of isolated showers/thunderstorms.

Marlo, Maddy and I drove into town earlier.

Their main street is about the size of my living room, but I wouldn’t wanna walk it in these heels.

(Alice Baker. The Promised Land. You must’ve seen it at the Hamilton Fringe in 2019.)

On our way back, we drove through a literal wall of torrential rain.

Seriously. seeing into it was like peering through an opaque shower curtain.

When we hit it, the sensation was akin to my enjoyment of going through a car wash.

These dentures are pissing me off.

I’m getting better at chewing, but everything has changed. I’m much more aware of my eating habits.

It’s like being introduced to solid foods again.

Lemme see if I’m gonna like this.

The coffee maker is broken.

The coffee maker.

Is broken.

Okay, the kitchen light isn’t working.

But the coffee maker is broken.

Thankfully they will replace it, no questions asked.

I was only cleaning out the filter.

Not my fault the little spring doohickey fell off.

It’s so fucking quiet.

Everyone’s asleep but me.

No city noises.

Just the hum of the portable a/c.

Which will be sorely needed this week.

Sleep was attained easily enough.

No flat sheet needed though.

That would’ve been too hot.

It’s so strange.

It’s 9:21 on a Sunday and I’ve no idea what to do.

I’ve already visited the usual suspect web sites.

Took Auggie out for a pish and poop.

Made coffee.

OH how I miss my Keurig. Finding the fucking on button was ridiculous.

I suppose I could pour another cup and sit on the dock.

Wow. It’s been so long I don’t know how to vacation.

We made it to Minden, despite our best efforts.

That was a joke.

Laugh?

We got a late jump, and a packed car. The four of us arrived and got luggage and food inside moments before we were hit with a torrential downpour.

I thought I hadn’t packed a diabetes medication. Thankfully Marlo had put it in the suitcase.

On the way, we stopped at a Tim Hortons for lunch. It took me 40 minutes to eat my sandwich. At least the dentures stayed in this time.

Learning curve.

If only I hadn’t bitten my tongue earlier.

This place has 3 levels. Top level are two bedrooms and a 2-piece bathroom.

On the main floor, a third bedroom with bunk beds, a 4-piece bath, kitchen, dining room and family room.

There’s a lower floor, but you can only access it from outside.

We haven’t ventured there yet.

It could be a nice getaway.

Plus a back deck with barbecue.

We face the river, and there’s a small dock at the edge with 2 Adirondack chairs.

It’s expected to be brutally hot all week.

We have a mobile air conditioner in the family room, and fans in the bedrooms.

Maddy’s room has a window-mounted a/c unit..

It’s comfortable now; granted, I have a small fan aimed at me, and I’m shirtless.

Wasn’t doing so well when we arrived.

Think I was overheated and dehydrated.

Feeling a bit better now.

But extremely tired.

Maybe I’ll turn in early tonight.

According to the internet, so it must be true, to eat with partials I should use my back teeth.

Which I kinda figured out.

And I should avoid ‘tougher’ meats.

Like steak.

Grilled on the barbecue.

That I’ve been salivating about since Monday.

That I’ve planned to partake of next week, at the cottage.

Fuck you, internet.

I’m having my steak.

Even if I gotta take these suckers out to do it.

Eating is an adventure.

I wanted to take these babies for a test drive.

Got wings.

In retrospect, not the brightest idea.

My dentures kept popping out.

Eventually gave up and ate them without the bloody things.

I think I need to crawl before I can walk.

New teeth, who dis?

If all goes well, I get my transitional dentures in two hours.

I’m bloody pacing.

In my chair.

Because the actual act of pacing might irritate other members of this household.

I mean.

I can barely stay in my skin. Don’t need to subject the family.

Just hope nothing goes wrong.

They haven’t called to reschedule.

So there’s that.

I haven’t vaped since Monday.

Doc Sugarman’s instructions.

No smoking for 4 days.

I don’t really miss it.

I mean I do.

Ah. That’s what it is.

I moved off of the nicotine over a year ago.

So no cravings.

And I just bought a new Mod.

Swirling blues. Reminds me of the TARDIS.

Still got 4 bottles of juice.

I use it as stress relief when working.

An afterthought.

Yet in this moment.

My hand instinctively reaches out for the Mod.

The feeling of brushed silver on my fingers.

It took me 3 attempts to quit smoking, and that.

Only happened because.

I was on a 72-hour hold.

Good to know my breakdown had a positive impact.

On my physical health.

The vaping helped.

Guess I’ve got something to think about.

Whether or not I still need it.

The stitches in the roof of my mouth are driving me crazy.

Doc Sugarman said they’d come out on their own in 3-5 days.

I wish they’d dissolve already.

Can’t help but feel them against my tongue.

Trying desperately not to grate across them.

It’s like dealing with an itch you can’t scratch.

One of ’em just came out.

Feels soooooo much better.