update of the undead (Patreon)

A couple nice people have asked me to give some kind of update when I'm able, so:

Until last night, I'd hardly slept for about 8 days, because my face and jaw were in screaming inexplicable pain. Turns out that, for complicated and boring reasons, I had two bundles of nerves dying in my jaw/face, and the pain was the dulcet contralto of those nerves howling themselves to death.  To get to those two nerves, a surgeon had to drill straight down through two of my teeth.  You can imagine the rest.  (For the medically curious, the smell of dead nerves burning is almost precisely a 50/50 combination of rotten beef and fireworks-grade gunpowder.)

I wouldn't recommend it if you can avoid it; I also wouldn't recommend serotonin poisoning.  You know how doctors make you write a list of the medications you're taking before your first appointment?  They do not read those lists, so I got serotonin syndrome and have been twitching and shivering around like a skeleton singing "St. James Infirmary" in a Betty Boop cartoon for the last 4 days.  Hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee ho.  (Now you sing it.)

I'm really hoping to be able to do another show next week, but I still have to get fitted for fake teeth and have them stuck in my jaw, and I've got no idea how long it takes to feel normal after that.  ("Feeling normal" is probably the wrong benchmark here.)  But, howsoever, I'll do it soon as I physically can, and like I said on Twitter, I am very grateful for your continued generosity, because I don't have dental insurance and this is all expensive as shit.  And to think that, until last week, I'd never even considered that I might someday have the chance to say, Hey, thanks for buying me teeth.

Yrs neurodentally,

M