Extractions

Pieces of me keep being removed from me.

Today i had tooth number 19 extracted. Vicodin is my new friend. Pain is not.

Money is being removed from my account against my will. The credit card company lied. I took my account off the online automatic file. Access is never nice. They said unauthorized payments wouldn't come out. They did. oh well.

I expect another shoe to drop. But it's not. This is an interesting segment of life. I want so many things.

Maybe it's time to extract my inhibitions and fears from my life. My wonderfully sweet dentist had to fight with the tooth that was prepared for a root canal. The lack of blood to the tooth made it brittle and break a part in little pieces. I had to convince myself between deep breaths of nitrous oxide to relinquish the tooth to the dentist. In the end. The dentist won. My gums are bleeding. The bad things in my life are gone. and i have vicodin to smooth over the rough patches :)

It's almost embarrasing to think that even though i am not old enough for it. I may soon have a implant in my face.

But during this dental journey i've met some of the most wonderfully sweet professionals. Perhaps I need some wonderfully sweet professionals to usher in a few extractions in my personal life ...

make room for the good, extract the bad. i don't see the harm in it. If i can get some nice new implants of joy, peace and prosperity in exchange.

always finding the purpose in the lesson,
j