twenty-something

I had my wisdom teeth out yesterday. I'm quite unhappy today -- swollen and sore -- but at least I have pain pills to get me through this, as well as the impending holiday with my family.

Yes, I am home in Rutland, and I will be until Sunday. Merry Christmas to me.

I want to write a bit about the hot male nurse-type-thing who helped the doctor inflict this oral torture upon me. His name was Jeff and I love him. Even now I'm struggling to find a mental picture of him. I think he had curly-ish brown-ish hair, and he certainly had gray-blue eyes. He had a little bit chest hair that popped up from his scrubs. He had a nice, soothing voice and he often adjusted "himself" in his pants while talking.

The weird thing is, Jeff had his penis pressed against my arm during the whole procedure (I didn't get knocked out). I was zoning out with my iPod as the doctor drilled and hammered and pulled, but there it was, just pushed right up against me. I tried to ignore it, but soon became obsessed with this member beside me, trying to size it up, trying to figure out what signal it was sending me...

Somehow I managed to turn painful, bloody oral surgery into an erotic experience. But at least it took my mind off what was happening, at that time, in my mouth.

After it was done, Jeff gave me gauze and told me how to rinse. And then he delivered me to my parents in the waiting room. I really just wanted to turn back time before the fun-surgery and do him right there in the chair with arm restraints...

Here's hoping he's there for my follow-up next week.