Is There Room For One More Son # 2

Day 4

The amazing dentist.

I'm more awake than yesterday. F. let me took the plaster from the mold and after I cut them, I had nothing to do. F. went out, maybe for 10 minutes, which seemed like hours. I feel pathetic here without her, I don’t know what to do or how to proceed, is like the first day in kindergarten, when your mom leaves you and you stand alone trying to figure out where to go or whom to talk. When she arrived (yes, I looked like a puppy wagging its tail) we went to the office, where I organize the bills book, which i would love to say it was easy, but it wasn’t. Luck was not on my side and all the paperwork got to the ground, but at least it didn’t took to long (just a little) to get everything back in order...

So the dentist, i left a little early at lunch to go to the dentist.

Major flaw.

Even after two anesthetics, the pain persisted and i was remanded for a next visit. Eat after was out of question (I ended up not lunching) and I'm here at the eating table with them, and they are eating  and i’m cursing this anesthesia ...

Just an aside, these people speak very little... i just want to scream to break the routine course.

I would talk, but my lips are weird, and before I can open my mouth, I’ll laugh my lungs out and I’ll be embarrassed, cus, seriously, my lips are weird because of the anesthesia. It is very boring when those around you don’t speak the same “language” as you do.

Where are the gossips about your colleague’s life? The props materials list for the next project? The smell from the fabric room? Where are this things?

Day 5

Awsome rain is back and my parents left me, they were so nice, a rain hat with broken rods...Luckily i had a bonnet with me. The day was from worst to best  ...

The sleep did me captive until noon, so i didn’t work any better, my income was below zero. After  lunch, I got trim and F. put me in the drill ... Awsome!!!!!!!!!!


Day 6

Amazingly, I managed to get out of bed, she was my friend and left me out ...
It was a good Monday, I felt very useful, it was very productive for me.
I learned how to use the drill and I must say that so far, that is my favorite part of the job, it’s just me, alone with myself, somehow it calms me, is not that genre of work that has to be done fast, that must be why i like it so much.

But i leaft early to the dentist.
Maximum power in anesthesia .... Sweet.
I suffered greatly in the previous query and I was in heaven when the drill reached my tooth and i didn’t feel anything.
Happiness!!!!
And then, and I was so hungry, I couldn’t eat anything for 5 hours .... Despair!!!!

Day 7
Horrible. bad morning, i broke two molds when i was trying to unmold and F. was always correcting me and becuase i hate being correct (who likes????), i got upset. The afternoon went better and i met the post office boy.

Day 8

I've been noticing that my mornings are to forget. It’s all ok when I leave home, but when I got to the lab, it’s like all mourning fell on me, and this morning was the worst. I was in the same room from 9am till 2pm, just running plaster, there were so many entries and when I thought I had some free time to go to the loo, something else camed. Of course, with the abundance of entries, I ended up changing some ... I depressed a lot and i almost had to shut myself up in the bathroom to weep....I missed a lot my rags, my metric ribbon,  the sewing threads and the needles, the chalk and the sewing machine, the fabrics, their texture and smell. Don’t get me wrong, I'm enjoying the lab, but i’ts impossible to apply my creativity at all.

It’s the artist's death.
I just hope this inhospitable feeling wont last.

Now i’m going to do my chocolate cake for lunch tomorrow.

Gluttons.



Day 9

The day is getting FLAT!!!!and I say this because there is no work! The flood of yesterday has given way to a decent today.

It’s almost noon and my work until now was: cut a mold and enter a work that reached in the mid-morning.
I sang ahead of time. A half hour lunch, comed 11 works, and I'm about to faint from hunger.
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I felt my lunch in my stomach drop like a striker, we only eat after 3.30pm. LMAO
After lunch more work camed, but more work to me means more work for them tomorrow.

We had tea at 5.30pm, I must say I don’t really like roasted chestnuts, but my chocolate cake was divine.

Vi!