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Hypoxia said:
no regrets
I tried entertaining regrets
alas, I failed
not that life is not regrettable
nor behavior not reprehensible
but
what was there to regret, really?
numerous fuckups, of course
but they produced the current 'me'
who is in a very good place
funny
everything I should regret
has turned out well
no regrets

pass the sarsaparilla
let's drink to fate
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I don't think I've ever had sarsaparilla, what does it taste like?
 
It's been an interesting experience.
Sometime last week, I realized something was not right. It started as a feeling something was caught between my teeth, somewhere near the back bottom jaw on the right side. It was a just little discomfort, but Thursday night, I decided to call my dentist and make an appointment. Friday morning, a sip of hot coffee washed over the questionable tooth and nearly knocked me out of my chair. It was the kind of pain that makes it hard to keep your eyes open. Not content to wait for an appointment, I drove straight to my dentist's office. This was pointless, because he doesn't work on Fridays. His office staff does answer the phone, however, and in a few minutes, I had prescription for antibiotics and a hydrocodone pain killer. Just the prescription, not the actual pills. It would be noon before the pills were in my hand. By that time, the pain was acute.

I've taken hydrocodone for various trauma injuries in the past and never been impressed. I think it must be due to the typical low dose, which is probably half what a person my size would need. I know people who are willing to engage in illegal commerce to buy them outside the normal pharmaceutical marketplace, but I can't see the point. In an case, I expected the antibiotics to work their magic and relieve the need for pain killers. No such thing happened. Saturday was a steady progression into hell. By Sunday morning I gave up on the hydrocodone altogether and turned to my old friends, ibuprofen and sodium naproxen, better known as Motrin and Advil. The same pills are about half price if you ask for them by their maiden names. Sunday afternoon brought some relief from the pain, which I credit to the antibiotic effect.

Some relief is better than no relief, but it was plain to me, things were getting worse, not better. Early Monday morning, I was in my dentist's chair, expecting to be repaired and on my way. He looked at the xrays and gave me the old good news bad news thing. The good news was that I did not have an inoperable tumor in my lower jaw. The bad news was the xray didn't reveal anything but an unusually large filling in the affected tooth. He would have to pass me on to another dentist, one who likes to go deeper into a tooth, otherwise known as an endonologist. I count myself fortunate to have reached this age and the word was not part of my vocabulary.

In less than thirty minutes, I was in another chair, getting a second dose of xray radiation. My endonologist was a cheerful guy. He explained the merits and consequences of pulling the tooth and throwing it away, which would require an artificial replacement to keep the remaining teeth from moving into its place. For most of my life, people have paid me for my expertise to tell them what to do and when I have to deal with an expert, I listen and do as he advises. In this case, a root canal procedure.

When the novacaine took effect, I felt better than I had in about two weeks. He merrily cut away the old filling and soon found the problem. The nerve inside my tooth was not only infected, but putrid as well. After one of my previous trauma injuries, I had a doctor tell me, "Yes, it's gangrene, but only a little gangrene," so I know the smell of gangrene. Fortunately this was encapsulated inside the tooth and it was attended in time. In less than an hour, the four roots of my molar were scrubbed clean and filled with some sort of spackle. A temporary filling was put on top, which will be replaced by a crown sometime next week.

Of course, all good things come to an end and the novocaine wore off in a few hours. Fortunately, I had been given a magic spell to cast. It required special ingredients, namely, 1000mg of Tylenol and 600mg of Motrin, every six hours, for three days. That's ten pills, in the standard drugstore package. Like most magic spells, I did not expect it to work, but I had nothing to lose. I was ready to try anything and had wondered how a brandy heroin cocktail would work, but in fifteen minutes the acetaminophen-ibuprofen combo had done the trick. It was like nothing ever happened. It worked so well, last night I thought everything was back to normal, which was a big mistake. My jaw woke me at four in the morning to remind me my six hours were expired. This is starting day three, so I hope the need slacks today. Someone said this could be hard on my liver, but at this point, I don't care. I can get another liver.
 
HarryHill said:
just another name for root beer
eta: which is made from Sassafras trees
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Sassafras tea is made from the bark of the sassafras root, which is why it's called root beer, when carbonated. File(fee-lay) is made from ground sassafras leaves and is used to thicken soups to make gumbo.
 
Acetaminophen taken on a regular, daily basis in combination with alcohol on a regular, daily basis can damage your liver. If it's not an everyday thing, it's not generally an issue.
 
Sassafras and root beer do not taste quite the same, so there must be additional ingredients added to one that are not added to the other.

I also enjoy birch beer, it's a tad sweeter than root beer and has less bite, it's much harder to find however.

Snapple used to make an all natural root beer, it was clear (soda coloring is artificial) and the best tasting root beer I've ever had. I was very sad when they stopped making it.
 
Tsotha said:
It tastes like tooth paste. It's a prank americans play on foreigners.
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Seriously, they are all like: "we'll take you out to this place where they have the best burgers", and you eat the burger and it's really great. Then they say: "what about a traditional soft drink, now? You'll love it". You accept, of course - the burger was good, the drink must be, too - except you miss the sarcasm in their voices and the snickering and "ffffffffff what is this thing I'm drinking".

(It's probably not as bad as I remember it.)
 
I wonder... if you go to a hospital and explain your situation, maybe they can get you something a bit more heavy hitting, bronzeage? At least so you don't overdose on those common painkillers.
 
Tsotha said:
I wonder... if you go to a hospital and explain your situation, maybe they can get you something a bit more heavy hitting, bronzeage? At least so you don't overdose on those common painkillers.
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just don't have long hair or a funny look on you face
..
re sasafrass tea boiled it has the red color all natural tyvm h.a.n.d. cya l8r
 
bronzeage said:
It's been an interesting experience.
Sometime last week, I realized something was not right. It started as a feeling something was caught between my teeth, somewhere near the back bottom jaw on the right side. It was a just little discomfort, but Thursday night, I decided to call my dentist and make an appointment. Friday morning, a sip of hot coffee washed over the questionable tooth and nearly knocked me out of my chair. It was the kind of pain that makes it hard to keep your eyes open. Not content to wait for an appointment, I drove straight to my dentist's office. This was pointless, because he doesn't work on Fridays. His office staff does answer the phone, however, and in a few minutes, I had prescription for antibiotics and a hydrocodone pain killer. Just the prescription, not the actual pills. It would be noon before the pills were in my hand. By that time, the pain was acute.

I've taken hydrocodone for various trauma injuries in the past and never been impressed. I think it must be due to the typical low dose, which is probably half what a person my size would need. I know people who are willing to engage in illegal commerce to buy them outside the normal pharmaceutical marketplace, but I can't see the point. In an case, I expected the antibiotics to work their magic and relieve the need for pain killers. No such thing happened. Saturday was a steady progression into hell. By Sunday morning I gave up on the hydrocodone altogether and turned to my old friends, ibuprofen and sodium naproxen, better known as Motrin and Advil. The same pills are about half price if you ask for them by their maiden names. Sunday afternoon brought some relief from the pain, which I credit to the antibiotic effect.

Some relief is better than no relief, but it was plain to me, things were getting worse, not better. Early Monday morning, I was in my dentist's chair, expecting to be repaired and on my way. He looked at the xrays and gave me the old good news bad news thing. The good news was that I did not have an inoperable tumor in my lower jaw. The bad news was the xray didn't reveal anything but an unusually large filling in the affected tooth. He would have to pass me on to another dentist, one who likes to go deeper into a tooth, otherwise known as an endonologist. I count myself fortunate to have reached this age and the word was not part of my vocabulary.

In less than thirty minutes, I was in another chair, getting a second dose of xray radiation. My endonologist was a cheerful guy. He explained the merits and consequences of pulling the tooth and throwing it away, which would require an artificial replacement to keep the remaining teeth from moving into its place. For most of my life, people have paid me for my expertise to tell them what to do and when I have to deal with an expert, I listen and do as he advises. In this case, a root canal procedure.

When the novacaine took effect, I felt better than I had in about two weeks. He merrily cut away the old filling and soon found the problem. The nerve inside my tooth was not only infected, but putrid as well. After one of my previous trauma injuries, I had a doctor tell me, "Yes, it's gangrene, but only a little gangrene," so I know the smell of gangrene. Fortunately this was encapsulated inside the tooth and it was attended in time. In less than an hour, the four roots of my molar were scrubbed clean and filled with some sort of spackle. A temporary filling was put on top, which will be replaced by a crown sometime next week.

Of course, all good things come to an end and the novocaine wore off in a few hours. Fortunately, I had been given a magic spell to cast. It required special ingredients, namely, 1000mg of Tylenol and 600mg of Motrin, every six hours, for three days. That's ten pills, in the standard drugstore package. Like most magic spells, I did not expect it to work, but I had nothing to lose. I was ready to try anything and had wondered how a brandy heroin cocktail would work, but in fifteen minutes the acetaminophen-ibuprofen combo had done the trick. It was like nothing ever happened. It worked so well, last night I thought everything was back to normal, which was a big mistake. My jaw woke me at four in the morning to remind me my six hours were expired. This is starting day three, so I hope the need slacks today. Someone said this could be hard on my liver, but at this point, I don't care. I can get another liver.
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damn, bronze :eek:

here's to the speediest of recoveries :rose:
 
i started out weeding, and ended up with major arboreal amputations. the overgrown back garden is down to manageable size but i've lost most the floor space up to a depth of maybe 8' of branches. next job's to break it all down to manageable size for a bonfire, but no2 son's going to help with that.

somebody pour me a decadant brandy, ifn you please:kiss:
 
butters said:
i started out weeding, and ended up with major arboreal amputations. the overgrown back garden is down to manageable size but i've lost most the floor space up to a depth of maybe 8' of branches. next job's to break it all down to manageable size for a bonfire, but no2 son's going to help with that.

somebody pour me a decadant brandy, ifn you please:kiss:
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*pours Delord, even though... sets out a bowl of grapes a bunch, sips*
Mn,mm mm back yard yard? oh, Taki's having fun, short step from supper to mayhem :)
 
HarryHill said:
*pours Delord, even though... sets out a bowl of grapes a bunch, sips*
Mn,mm mm back yard yard? oh, Taki's having fun, short step from supper to mayhem :)
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well it'd be churlish to turn down a delord :cool: danke
grapes? ooohyesss.

she sat out there looking a little bemused about the changes but then washed her face and settled into a curl amidst buddleia blooms and on a nest of leaves. didn't bother coming in when i asked her if she was going to. :)

nice grapes :cool:
 
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