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Despite the dolorous tones of my previous post I’m now fine. I’m not sure where root canals got their painful reputation — what actually hurts is the #%$!@* abscessed tooth that have to be treated with a root canal.

In fact, just an hour after I better than I have for more than a week.

A few hours after that the last $%)$@*! Vicodin wore off and now I really feel great.

But that’s not what you come to this site expecting, nor is it what I came here to talk about.

Instead, you want to know something else opiates like Vicodin cure? Libidos. Or at least it always cures me of anything like one. Admittedly I’m often in, um, pain when taking prescription painkillers, but on other occasions when I’ve been in comparable pain but using non-opiate analgesics like Toradol a.k.a. ketorolac I was otherwise, well, unimpaired.

Now that I’m back to just a couple of ibuprofen (plus completing a course of antibiotics) I’m… interested again.

And actually, technically, that’s not even what I came here to talk about.

Because before things got to the 3:00AM “hmm, Vicodin or the pliers in the kitchen drawer? Decisions, decisions?” point I’d noticed that in kind of a dog-leg jog away from BDSM, whenever I was erotically distracted my awareness of pain was equally distracted.

I’m not exactly sure how one would write a human-subjects grant application for something like this, let alone get a review board to certify it, but I’m very curious now whether there’s been any research done into erotic and/or sexual stimulation as palliative care.

And, incidentally, no I’m not imagining variations on porn cliché #31, involving the sexy dental-hygienist costume.

Quick aside: despite quite a bit of Googling it turns out that while most “sexy XYZ” costumes are for women there aren’t any readily-findable “sexy dentist” costumes for women. And of course nurses. Sexy tooth-fairy costumes, yes. And at least two dentist costumes meant for men. There are, in the imaginations of “sexy” costume designers… or just as likely their customers… no women dentists and thus no call for special costumes for them. There are “sexy” women doctor’s costumes, which I guess is a nod in the “right” direction considering more than half of all med-school students are now women. But dentists are right out. Not that everyone’s fantasy “sexy” dentist or hygienist would be only female or only male. I just think the omission is odd. Oh, and to conclude this digression, one of the “sexy” male dentist costumes has a giant blue plastic tie that has “open wide” printed on it. So, um, yeah.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, so no, I’m actually not thinking about the caregiver-straddling-the-patient schtick for distraction. (In the exceedingly unlikely chance one of my own caregivers is reading this I’m not thinking about you. In this context anyway.) Not least because over time that could get a annoying for the caregiver. In fact I’m not sure how one would go about it. (Audio or visual stimulation through headsets? Participation from a partner? Discreetly placed TENS units? I dunno.

I’m guessing if I participated in such research I’d end up, as usual, in the control group.

By the way, even the forgoing discussion — stimulating though it might be — is not what I came here to talk about. I mostly wanted to mention that now that I’ve recovered from my little experiment in dental agony I’m going to take up to a couple of days to unwind, and maybe convert this site to a whole new blogging platform (as the delightfully not-work-safe AlwaysArousedGirl has been urging me to do for several years now.)

Via bookofjoe, the humorous “Philosophy of Kissing” from Dr. Rude of The Unnatural Enquirer

Aristotelian kiss: a kiss performed using techniques gained solely from theoretical speculation untainted by any experiential data, by one who feels that the latter is irrelevant anyway.

Gödelian kiss: a kiss that takes an extraordinarily long time, yet leaves you unable to decide whether you’ve been kissed or not.

Grouchoic kiss: a kiss given by someone who will only kiss those who would not kiss him or her.

More types of kisses here.

Technically I think a Gödelian kiss would be one where you couldn’t consistently maintain the falsity of the statement “a kiss is just a kiss” in any system that includes arithmetical expressions. But that’s close enough.

Actually I’d add

Freudian Kiss: Sometimes a kiss is just a kiss.

If the Dr. Rude’s post is funny, Kizz of The Women’s Colony Bedroom blog is sweet when she discusses five of her most memorable kisses (where “memorable” sometimes means joyous, sometimes means first, and other times means sad or incomplete.)

My first French kiss. In the outdoor entryway of the small town’s public library. Raining out. With a geek. Nice enough guy but one of the sort whose nerdiness trends toward arrogance. It was chilly. My nose was running but I was embarrassed to wipe it. It was awful. He pumped his tongue in and out in a way that brought oil derricks to mind. Rhythmic, intrusive, completely devoid of emotion.

Read about the rest of her memorable kisses here.

My first kiss was also my first French kiss was also one of the nicest kisses I’ve ever, ever had. It was at a pre-Christmas party for some kids from my high school, or maybe even Jr. High. Someone’s cousin was visiting from out of town. There was mistletoe. I’m not at all sure how we got to that point — I think maybe others had been doing it — but she asked if I was going to kiss her (no way I’d have thought to do it myself) and so I did. I remember her thick wool sweater, and her upturned face, and I think I remember that she was standing on the first step on a flight of stairs or something because I remember I was quite a bit taller than she, and oh my do I remember that kiss! Our lips just perfectly fit together, and parted naturally. Our tongues met softly and delicately swirled and lingered a moment longer before we stopped. She exhaled. I did too. That was it. We hung out a bit before the party ended. I returned to my home, she returned to her hometown, and we never saw each other again.

It was several years before I had a chance to kiss anyone else.

How ‘bout yours?

“To bleg is to write a blog entry or comment for the sole purpose of asking for something.” — Blogglossary.com

In email another blogger suggested that it would be nice to have a joint dialogue about a particular topic related to both our areas of expertise. The idea being we could have some sort of email-like threaded discussion that would be like, well, email except it could be posted to one or both of our blogs. Or possibly to a third-party… something or other… and we could each link to that.

The easiest thing for bloggers, I suppose, would be for each of us to just post to our own blogs, link to each other with our replies, and then link to our links to our replies to our replies… and, yeah, that’s where it sort of breaks down.

Twitter’s a little too chaotic and, to be honest, 148 characters posts isn’t exactly my forte.

Facebook is another possibility, I think, maybe. I have a Facebook account and so does the other blogger, but neither of us are exactly Facebook wizards.

So!

Anyone know of a nice, easy way to go about that? Using a plugin for either a MovableType (this blog) or possibly WordPress (that blog?)

Thanks in advance.

Goose of Living In Outlaw Territory occasionally does the Recipe Tuesday meme. I happened to be on the market for something quick, easy, tasty, and kid-friendly so darned if I didn’t print her post (I don’t think I’ve ever printed anyone’s post before) and headed to the grocery store.

Here’s what I printed. I’m reposting it so that either makes it a Tuesday Recipe by proxy post, a bigger-than-140-character Twitter Retweet, or else just a darn good Tuesday night meal.

So sometimes I want enchiladas mole but I don’t want to spend forever wrapping the filling inside each tortilla and I certainly don’t want to haul out the spice grinder to hand make my mole. Perhaps that makes me lazy occasionally, so be it.

Here is what I do.

One jar mole paste, diluted with at least two cups water and blended over heat till simmering. This paste tends to want to stay thick so keep adding water if you need to.
15 corn tortillas (cut the sides off so they are rectangular)
Filling, such as-black beans and corn with minced peppers, zucchini, mushrooms and garlic or shredded chicken or pork or whatever you want.
Three cups grated cheese-chedder, monterey jack, queso fresco what have you

Saute up your filling
Spray a glass pan with cooking spray and lay down a layer of tortillas (about 5).
Add a layer of filling, cheese and mole sauce.
Repeat the top the layers with the last batch of tortillas and mole.

Bake at about 350 for 30 minutes.

She said it here.

For once my corner grocery let me down — no mole sauce of any kind — so I improvised my own impromptu enchilada sauce with a tub of fresh salsa and a can of tomato sauce.

Otherwise? Wowzie! Quick, easy, and very tasty. I grabbed an ear of fresh corn and some canned black beans, a little pork sausage, some onion and red bell pepper. A little sour cream on top after serving it up and… Mmmm-mmm!

The kids liked it too. Plus there’s enough left over for lunches tomorrow.

Or, as Goose put it “It’s dang good.”