Friday 13th
Aug. 13th, 2010 11:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI am not in fact commonly superstitious (all my superstitions are personal and relatively eccentric), and as it happens my father was born on Friday 13th, so I am familialy obliged to cherish the day/date combo, and as a rule I do.
This particular one, though? Is grey and wet and foul out there, and I got utterly soaked in the five-minute walk home from the dentist.
Who is half-minded to extract the tooth that he's spent half the year backfilling root-canalwise, because it still bloody hurts me when I bite on it. He consulted with his colleague and they're still hoping to avoid extraction, because according to X-ray he's made a lovely job of the root canals; but it still bloody hurts, and I regard his week's-worth of antibiotics with cynicism. I've been on antibiotics before, bigger ones than these, and it still bloody hurt after that.
Nevertheless, an accumulation of superstitious portents and ill behaviours is not going to stop me sending off my copy-edits today. I don't care what the date is, I just want 'em gone. I hate copy edits, and I entertain the fallacy that I may feel happier once they're gone.
It is a fallacy, but still I entertain it.
This particular one, though? Is grey and wet and foul out there, and I got utterly soaked in the five-minute walk home from the dentist.
Who is half-minded to extract the tooth that he's spent half the year backfilling root-canalwise, because it still bloody hurts me when I bite on it. He consulted with his colleague and they're still hoping to avoid extraction, because according to X-ray he's made a lovely job of the root canals; but it still bloody hurts, and I regard his week's-worth of antibiotics with cynicism. I've been on antibiotics before, bigger ones than these, and it still bloody hurt after that.
Nevertheless, an accumulation of superstitious portents and ill behaviours is not going to stop me sending off my copy-edits today. I don't care what the date is, I just want 'em gone. I hate copy edits, and I entertain the fallacy that I may feel happier once they're gone.
It is a fallacy, but still I entertain it.