a kurva ehletbe

that is my favorite hungarian swear phrase. it stands for "fucking life." really, i think it is more of a philosophy on life than a swear phrase, and i could get into it, but that is for later, for now, let's just leave it at: "a kurva ehlebe" [pronunciation: ah ker-vuh ay-let-bay]

why now?

well, i just went to the dentist. i love my dentist. i mean, i really, really love my dentist. i talk about him quite frequently. he is excellent, if you need a dentist. dr. kenneth louie DDS. he does all the cleaning himself; no hygenist. he is very gentle and quick and doesn't ever push cosmetic dentistry. nor does ever attempt to overtreat things. he also saved my front teeth when i was in a bad crash at the early birds two years ago and i thought they were going to fall out. moreover, he has funny posters on his ceiling that you can look at and he is very shy and sometimes makes funny comments like, today: "my job would be so much easier if people didn't have tounges."

so, today i had my dentist appointment and it was time to get full x-rays, as the last time i had them was 2002. he took the xrays, cleaned my teeth, said i was doing really well at brushing and didn't think i had any problems. then he went to look at the lenses and there was an absess in one of my front teeth and he told me the unthinkable: you need a root canal.

absess? i have never even had a cavity! he said this was likely due to my bike crash 2 years ago at the early birds. that the nerve got cut off and the tissue inside the tooth is dying or something like that. all i have to say is: a kurva ehletbe.

just for a moment, let me rant. whatever, crash shmash. but it is particularly annoying when you are still feeling their effects 1.5 years later. it is like: the permenant droopy left lip because of the scar tissue isn't bad enough....or the yellow front tooth that is bruised....or the permanent blue scar on my right cheek that looks like a pen mark and at least once a week someone either tells me i have pen on my face, or tries to rub it off with their spit.... no, those are not good enough physical reminders of how i am a dumbshit. now, i have to get a root canal... and the day after i get back from nationals. a kurva ehletbe.

and just for old time sake:

monday, january 8 2007
thursday, january 11, 2007
for more gore and/or explanation on this wonderful moment in my life: here and here.