Friday, March 23, 2007

The Canker Punk Movement

I have had a canker sore inside my mouth (where else would it be right?) for like ...oh... 6 weeks or more. And it is driving me insane. I know it's a canker sore because I've had them before (although never this resilient) and I've tried the hot water and table salt thing, I've tried sea salt, and rock salt and mouth wash and Ambesol. This canker sore has the most incredible will to live I've ever encountered. I tried giving up pop of any kind to try to be rid of it, to no avail. I've even (don't read this if you're squeamish).......
bitten it off... it then healed... gave me a false sense of security and then returned. I've squeezed it like a pimple. I've Googled canker sore cures (which taught me nothing I didn't already know). I've willed-it away (evidently my canker has a greater will than my own). And yet... there it still remains... taunting my tongue and my teeth to constant distraction and Tom-foolery. I'm "thissssss" close to super-heating a knitting needle and giving myself a nice punk-like lip-piercing right through this nine-lives canker. I've got some of the look down-pat (ie: the hair, the leather and the ear rings), I could definitely pull it off. I only lack the knitting needle and the nerve. (And probably the attitude - I'm seriously lacking in that punk attitude - but who knows what this canker sore will eventually drive me to.)

At any rate, this is kind of a throw-away blog entry but it has helped me make it to 5 o'clock and now the whole internet is privy to my nasty little oral affliction. (And once again for emphasis: I know it's only a canker sore. My (cute) dentist confirmed the diagnosis.)

Since I'm a knitting needle away from "God Save the Queen", song of the day is by the Vines. Cool song for thrashing one's head about in a rebellious manner. (See... there's not much punk in me.)
PS. To my friend Dan (aka "Skink"), the coolest punk I know. I miss talkin' to you and I hope you're happy and well.

"Get Free"

I'm gonna get free
I'm gonna get free
I'm gonna get free
Ride into the sun
She never loved me
She never loved me
She never loved me
Why should anyone?

(Come in, come in, come in)
I'll take a bullet for ya
(Come in, come in, come in)
Drag you around the corner
(Come in, come in, come in)
You know you really oughta
(Come in, come in, come in)
Move outta California

Get (get)
Me (me)
Far (far)
When I'm alive again
Save (save)
Me (me)
From (from)
It! (it!)
When it's breeding time
Look into your eyes away

I'm gonna get free
I'm gonna get free
I'm gonna get free
Ride into the sun
She never loved me
She never loved me
She never loved me
Why should anyone?

(Come in, come in, come in)
I'll make it better for ya
(Come in, come in, come in)
Drag you around the corner
(Come in, come in, come in)
You know you really oughta
(Come in, come in, come in)
Move outta California

2 comments:

Sue said...

Hey my friend. Just read you're rivoting post about your canker sore and wanted to pass on some words of advise, since I can't do much more than that...see a Doctor...SERIOUSLY! Tom (my hubby) gets them quite bad as well - (particulary when he's working shift work) I think he tried every trick you did (less the giving up pop - diet coke IS a staple ya know!) Anywho...he finally spoke to a Dr about it who gave him a prescription for some paste to put on them and WHAM, all cleared up. He said the stuff was a little vile, but given the other choice, he'd take the paste any day.
SO, sorry this is the extent of our contact in the last while...what wanted to try and help!

Love ya!

John said...

Thanks Susan! I'm breakin' down and seeing my doctor about it this Saturday I think. It's good to hear from you darlin'.

Love you too!