I had a wisdom tooth removed yesterday. It was… fine, actually. I mean, I got jabbed with a needle delivering local anaesthetic upwards of fifteen times and had an enormous tooth wrenched out after having my gum sliced open, but really, it was so much less bad than I was expecting. I credit my time rowing with learning how to manage nerves and not stress out about something until it’s happening. I also managed to make my dentist laugh while he was mid-tooth extraction and my mouth was occupied with other people’s fingers, a suction tube and, like, a lot of blood, which I’m going to consider a skill special enough to go on the CV.
Of course, it all got worse after the anaesthetic wore off, when my body was actually able to feel that someone had just taken a scalpel to the inside of my face. Sorry, is this a little graphic? My bad.
I am now on a liquid diet for the next few days, which is of course an extremely sad state of affairs. I started taking my post-tooth extraction antibiotics the same day I finished taking my millionth set of chronic UTI antibiotics, because I am apparently determined to become a human incubator for antibiotic resistance.
My face is very tender, I am taking some fairly heavy painkillers but my fridge is stocked full of yoghurt and my parents are bringing rice pudding over later. Also, the dentist let me keep the tooth. I’m considering turning it into a necklace but that might be too weird.
I have watched a lot of Brooklyn 99 today, mainly because I have now re-watched the Good Place so many times even I am bored of it. I don’t want to sink time into watching a new TV show in case I don’t like it, so I just compulsively re-watch my favourite shows until I hate them. I’ll be honest, it’s not a great system. I have also played a lot of Mario Kart, by myself. I prefer sick days when there are other people there to keep me company, and alas, Luigi and Princess Peach don’t count.
Last night, I was holding a bag of frozen mixed vegetables to my face while Jake and I watched Theresa May’s impromptu national address. She was almost half an hour late, spoke for only a few minutes, told us nothing we didn’t already know and ruled out all of the options we were hoping for. So that was a bummer.
In response, a petition asking for the government to revoke Article 50 and cancel Brexit that was started last month has gone viral, gaining over a million signatures (and counting) in around twenty-four hours. The site keeps crashing, but fortunately a dedicated team of people are managing to keep getting it back online. When I last checked, around 2000 people were signing the petition every minute. It’s awesome. If you are a British person and you haven’t signed yet, you can do so here. Please do. We need you. If you just want to keep an eye on the rising total without crashing the site, you can keep track here.
Along with the petition, a lot of us are preparing for the ‘Put it to the People’ march on Saturday 23rd, demanding a People’s Vote on Brexit before we plunge into the abyss in, uh, EIGHT DAYS. I’m sorry to keep mentioning Brexit on this blog but I’m afraid you guys are going to have forgive me here, this is basically the biggest political event to have happened in my lifetime and we are absolutely at crunch time. It’s going to be eight days of wall-to-wall Brexit coverage on the UK news, as if the last three years weren’t enough. It’s kind of a big week for those of us who are living on this little, stupid, confused island.
I’m heading to the march with my oldest friend and my mum and the thousands and thousands of other British people who want to have another say. Jake is working and is very sad to be missing it. Again, if you are British, and able to get here, please consider marching. One day, decades from now, some poor kid will scrambling to write a last minute essay on Brexit after procrastinating for weeks (not unlike our prime minister right now) and will probably reference this moment. History is happening and it’s probably going to be shit but let’s give it one last shot, eh? Or at the very least, let’s all be there to bear witness with all the other people who are hoping for a better outcome and a better future.
I’m going to take my camera to the march, so you can look out for some pictures later this week. We might make a sign tomorrow, though I have none of the materials and not much creative instinct when it comes to catchy slogans. I’ve never been to a proper protest before and I’m excited. I’m excited not just to be going but also to be so informed. I really know what I’m marching for, and that’s a good feeling. I’ll just load up on painkillers before we march and hope no one bangs into the left side of my face.
I was planning to post a different blog today but it felt weird to not reference a) the hole in my jaw and b) the fact that in the last twenty-four hours our PM has addressed the nation, pissed off almost everyone (seriously, no one thought that speech went well) and resulted in a ‘cancel Brexit’ petition going viral. I can’t say these thoughts are deep but they are current and my face really hurts.
So that’s life today. Recovering from minor oral surgery, political chaos, Michael Schur TV shows and the Mario franchise. Also, ice cream and yoghurt. Before this week is over, we’ll have marched for a People’s Vote, I’ll have celebrated my sunniest friend’s 23rd birthday, I’ll be reunited with my oldest friend after six months apart and I’ll get to see my parents three times (one of which will involve rice pudding). Life is good. (Except for Brexit, which is very, very bad).