Self knows the titles of her blog posts are getting more and more cryptic. Oh well! Life IS amazing. What else can she say?
After dinner, she pulled down a book from one of son’s bookshelves. Ah! Winterbirth, the book she got for son from that Edinburgh bookstore, Transreal Fiction. If she’s not mistaken, it was a signed copy. Quick check of the title page: yes! There is author Brian Ruckley’s signature. Self remembers asking the bookseller to recommend a book by the “best young science fiction writer in Scotland today,” and he took quite a long time before recommending Ruckley.
Winterbirth is almost 600 pages: son should thank his lucky stars, she had to leave a lot of her odds and ends behind, because her suitcase was too full. But this book she could not leave. And in fact, when son visited earlier this year, self found she couldn’t actually part with the book, not until she had read it. And son said it was OK. Because he has so many other things on his mind! He’d probably have gotten to the book five years from now!
Self now opens the book to the preface:
They say the world has fallen from its former state.
WOW! Is she glad she kept the book!
Changing gears, today self had her “pre-op” appointment with an oral surgeon. In little more than a week, she will be having yet another gruesome dental surgery. In the last decade, she has spent thousands and thousands of dollars on every possible thing: all for the sake of saving her teeth, which are just bad.
She used to have excellent teeth, until she got to the States and had sole fruit of her loins. Then, all hell broke loose. Inside her mouth, that is.
American candy didn’t help, either.
In a little over a week, self is finally biting the bullet and going for an implant. She’s missed the tooth for about 15 years, why’d she wait so long to have an implant? Because an implant costs twice as much as a crown, that’s why!
Anyhoo, it turned out to be a rather routine affair: self was disappointed. A dental assistant went over the procedure, and it seemed fairly cut and dried. “There might be swelling and some bruising,” the dental assistant told her. Oh! Self said she knew what that was like. Why, just last month, she had a humongous black eye, and a swollen eyelid, and a lump on her right frontal lobe, and it was three weeks before the last bruises faded. Even now, when self examines her face in the mirror, she thinks her right cheek is just a shade darker than her left. Because of course the black eye was on the right side of her face. And now, when she has had trouble sleeping, the shadows on the right side of her face are blue-grey, almost like the black eye she had in October.
Let’s see, what did the dental assistant say? For a week, she should eat only soft food like yogurt and bananas. No extraordinarily hot or cold food, either. Which means: no soup (unless cold, like gazpacho), and no ice cream (Boo).
Tomorrow self is going to see Niece G. At last! She’s really missed her. She used to see her much more, but nowadays self’s schedule is very hectic.
We are going to something in the consulate. Niece G asks if there will be food. “Of course!” self assures her. “This is a Filipino reading! There has to be food!”
It will be one heck of a long drive to the City, and in the last few years self’s nerves (when she drives) are extremely bad. Honestly, there have been times when self steps on the brakes in the middle of an intersection, and Niece G has to yell in her ear: GO, TITA! GOOOO!!! STEP ON IT!
But that adventure will have to wait until tomorrow.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.