Microclimates
Mar. 2nd, 2015 01:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceWhen we were kids, our mother went to extraordinary pains - frequently ours - to demonstrate to us that no, we were quite right, life really wasn't fair. I should probably, properly have been grateful to her ever since.
Today's two most recent examples: I have just spent two hours in the dentist's chair, going again to the most extraordinary pains, because despite two separate severe administrations of the finest anaesthetic, my damn tooth was still very, very far from numb. We established my last dental adventure that I have extra mutant nerves, and that pain is my superpower; apparently these nerves are splendidly resistant to drugs, too. Good for them.
And while I sat there suffering, I distracted myself somewhat by watching the rain pelt down outside the window: absolutely hurling, it was, for most of that two-hour stretch. Then the blessed Jeannie drove me home: a mere eight miles away. Has it rained here? Has it hell. Not a drop, not a tittle. Snarl.
Today's two most recent examples: I have just spent two hours in the dentist's chair, going again to the most extraordinary pains, because despite two separate severe administrations of the finest anaesthetic, my damn tooth was still very, very far from numb. We established my last dental adventure that I have extra mutant nerves, and that pain is my superpower; apparently these nerves are splendidly resistant to drugs, too. Good for them.
And while I sat there suffering, I distracted myself somewhat by watching the rain pelt down outside the window: absolutely hurling, it was, for most of that two-hour stretch. Then the blessed Jeannie drove me home: a mere eight miles away. Has it rained here? Has it hell. Not a drop, not a tittle. Snarl.