Wisdom Teeth

So, a couple of years ago my dentist informed me that my mouth was more than capable of housing my two lower wisdom teeth.
Great, I thought. Slightly miffed that I had a big mouth, at least they won't hurt me.

I remember when I was little, my mum was crying at the dinner table because hers hurt her so much and I could never understand it. They are only teeth that are already there, surely they can't hurt you that badly? Wrong answer.

There are few real pleasures in life, and those are predominantly eating and sleeping. Sleeping is ok until the paracetemol wears off but eating has become a nightmare. The upside is that I have been promised milkshake on demand if I get it removed...

The pain is ubiquitous, it isn't so bad that I feel the need to rob a doctor and inject myself with morphine but it is bad enough that I can't quite concentrate fully on anything.

Lucky then that I now have to pick up my car. Brilliant, a nice walk in the freezing cold to then drive precariously back home.

To a Hero Dying Young

You used your hands to look for them,
To save us from their failing.
Your head was high upon your shoulder,
With no rifle for surveilling.

You thought that you weren't valued,
Guy, we know this wasn't true.
Your friends have cried openly,
Whilst the grief inside them grew.

Today we've brought home a son,
A friend and also a brother.
Now you're laying calmly to rest,
A hero unlike any other.

Rest In Peace Guy x

Tracing

"And if you want to know the moment I knew that I was still alone, I found I'd never learned your number I only stored it in my phone. You'd think by now I'd know the shape of calling home."

How many of us rely on our mobile phones to remember all the important details? Birthdays, addresses, sometimes even names when alcohol is involved.

Once upon a time I knew all my best friends phone numbers by heart, now I can remember my mothers and one of my friends, but that's only because of the shape her number makes when you type it in, it becomes a square, how charming.

I often wonder if our lives would all be fuller without the ability to communicate so easily. Being flaky wasn't an option 10 years ago, or rather, being flaky twice wasn't an option.

Texting is so overrated. I would much rather pick up the phone and have a ten minute conversation than a 6 hour text-athon. It's just boring, I don't understand why other people my age can't see that? Hearing a voice makes everything that little bit more real to me than black and white monotone text.

This appears to have become a bit of a rant so I shall sign off here.