painkillers & sewing machines

Yesterday morning I made the drive to Ottumwa with my mother to engage in what would be the lowest point of my Christmas holiday, the removal of my slightly impacted wisdom teeth. I was given a tube of oxygen over my nose, a rubber block placed in my mouth, and a shot of sleepiness. My memory begin with the nurse helping me to a bed of some sort next to a few other patients. However, I faintly remember singing (or attempting to sing) "don't cry for me argentina" to the nurse, until she told me to shut my mouth and hum the song instead to stop the blood flow. The rest of the day was filled with painkillers, gauze, movies, and plenty of mashed potatoes. Today I am doing much better but still have trouble consuming food at the pace I generally eat.

Today, after waking up at noon, after working in the greenhouse until five, I went to the attic and dug out my mothers old sewing maching. After successfully rigging it up full of thread, I began sewing braclets made of old ties. Once again, a desperate attempt to be creative during an overly long holiday.

enjoy this friggin awesome version of pasek and paul's ready to be loved. go michigan.

ABS out.