The state of the Icarus

[icarus]

All the politics I'm allowed right now

Two useful sites for your election needs:

http://www.factcheck.org/

Non-partisan, checks the facts on all the candidates.

http://www.fivethirtyeight.com/

Very thorough polling analysis. Methodology is explaimed here.


Wisdom teeth

Still down for the count. My wisdom teeth were pulled out Tuesday. It's been 48 hours. Feels like much, much longer.

Loved the recs, guys, thank you. Read some new fics and then when my concentration gave way, cruised by some old favorites.

WG has turned into Nurse Cratchett and disallowed all politics, though we have cut a deal on Out Of Bounds. Happy things. I am allowed happy things. For example, I'm allowed television and all the ice cream I can chew.

Since I had an impacted wisdom tooth (for about a year and a half -- er, high pain threshold?) I had the doctor put me out for the operation. I remember the first thing I told the doctor on waking, "It would be cute if a whole bunch of cats walked in here right now." I was picturing about four or five.

The nurse told WG that everything went very smoothly, they didn't even have to drill.

The doctor called to check on me yesterday morning. He asked, "Do you remember anything?"

I said, "Zilch."

He seemed amused and joked, "Well, don't let anyone come near you with any knives."

I take it that I must have woken up and had a strong opinion in the matter. There's a flea-sized nick on my lip that I can't place. Yes, that would be why I had them put me under. I only like knives if I'm the one holding them.


ETA: Whee! The ever hilarious mad_maudlin wrote Rodney, still high after surgery. John/Rodney, PG-13. Hee.

Comments

[archae-ology.livejournal.com]

*hugs* Wisdom teeth are seriously no fun, but I'm glad your recovery is going so well and you cannot go wrong with fics and ice cream. *nods*

Yeah, funny things can happen when you're in that twilight state between wakefulness and sleep after surgery. When I had mine out I apparently told my Mom to "Get your fucking hands off of me" at one point when we were walking out to the car. I don't remember it at all. The first thing I remember is the allergic reaction to the T3's they gave me like three hours later. Turns out codine is bad. lol.

[lherelenfeline.livejournal.com]

Wisdom teeth suck. I remember living on soups for a week after getting my impacted ones out.

[ness-va.livejournal.com]

I'm terrified of needing my wisdom teeth out. I had a bad accident years ago affecting my mouth and teeth and have no wish to go through that much pain again!

Funny you should mention knives. I kept saying yesterday I need more.

[wishwords.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you kept them entertained. Take it easy and enjoy your recovery.

Friday morning comment fic!

[mad_maudlin]

"Really?" John asked. He'd heard about the arrow removal incident from, oh, everyone in the city, but he'd just blame Carson's itchy injecting finger. "What'd you see?"

"Batman," Rodney said anxiously. "He helped me write a term paper."

John managed not to so much as smirk at that, because he knew that would only set Rodney off worse. "When I had my wisdom teeth out I just watched cartoons for a week. You'll be fine."

"Yeah. Well. Assuming the fetishist holding the drill doesn't puncture an artery."

The fetishist was Dr. Cerny, the city dentist and known co-conspirator of Zelenka, but a coupe hours later he told John the whole thing went fine. "Both teeth we removed," he said, smiling somewhere under his bushy beard. "All very good. He is waking up from anasthetic now."

"You didn't give him a local?" John asked.

Cerny hemmed and hawed for a moment. "Well, tooth was at odd angle, very tricky extraction, and patient...ah..."

"Patient being Rodney," John supplied.

"Yes, yes...full anasthetic was better."

Rodney was stirring in the chair when John went in, and the nurse Cerny borrowed for these sorts of procedures was attaching some folded papers to a prescription bottle with a rubber band. "Post-operative care," she said. "They're not usually in any shape to pay attention after the procedure."

"Uuuuhhhhng..." Rodney blinked lazily and moved his mouth around for a few minutes; there was frizz of cotton packing sticking to his lower lip. Eventually, he said something that, on careful analysis, was probably "Colonel."

"Right here, buddy," John said.

Rodney looked up at him urgently with pupils the size of quarters. "Did you escape?" he slurred.

Ah, hell. The nurse, with slightly widened eyes, left the pills on the instrument tray and made herself scarce. "Yeah, Rodney," John said, counting on McKay to be too stoned to remember this later. "They never saw it coming."

"Okay. Good." Rodney made moves to try to stand, and John was ready when he tilted. "Ooooh no. No no no. I think they drugged me, Colonel."

"Bastards," John said. "We'll get 'em back for it."

Re: Friday morning comment fic!

[mad_maudlin]

"Okay. Thank you." Rodney frowned. "My tongue feels all weird. Does your tongue feel weird?"

"Sure it does." John tried to pull him upright. "Better sleep this one off and make the report in the morning, huh?"

Rodney may have actively refused to learn anything about hand-to-hand combat, but he had a knack for making his body heavy and limp, all the more difficult to be dragged away by those with hostile intentions. Or John. "Your tongue doesn't look weird," Rodney announced.

"You can't see my tongue, Rodney."

"Lemme look."

"McKay--"

Rodney grabbed John's shoulder and pulled himself upright, with his face right in John's face, and it was only at this range that John could see any sign of blue iris in his eyes. "Spirit of scientific inquiry," he said, or something very like it, and suddenly kissed him.

Or, well, something very like it. McKay's aim was off, more on John's chin than his lips, and the kiss was warm and dry and slightly cotton-fuzzy. John wrenched his head back, tasting some kind of topical disinfectant. "Rodney," he said, but for a moment no words came after it. "Rodney..."

"Mmm." Rodney dropped his head onto John's shoulder, digging in with his chin. "You know what would be funny right now?"

"What?" John asked warily. He wasn't certain if he was still holding Rodney upright or if they were sort of bracing each other.

"Cats," Rodney said. "If like five cats came in here right now."

And that was all it took to pull John together. He turned, so he hand his arm under Rodney's shoulder instead of wrapped around it. "C'mon, buddy," he said, wiping any trace of cotton off his mouth. "Let's get you to your room before you do anything you might remember."

"What? Huh?"

He barely remembered to grab the pain pills in time. Hopefully those wouldn't have quite the same effect as the anasthetic. Batman didn't sound so bad, really. By the time they got back to Rodney's quarters, Rodney was walking a little straighter, and when he said, "Thanks, Colonel," the slurring was mostly due to the cotton packing in his mouth.

"Don't mention it," John said, and gave him the pills and print-outs. "Gotta take care of my team, right?"

"You won't tell anyone if I, you know, do something stupid and drug-induced, right?" Rodney asked, probably thinking of the arrow incident.

"'Course not," John said. "Don't ask, don't tell."

"Huh?"

"Never mind."

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[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

"You know what would be funny right now?"

"What?" John asked warily. He wasn't certain if he was still holding Rodney upright or if they were sort of bracing each other.

"Cats," Rodney said. "If like five cats came in here right now."

Tears. Tears in my eyes as I smother snickers. Oh, this is sounding sooooo familiar. And yet, so Rodney. Really, five cats are better than one.

"'Course not," John said. "Don't ask, don't tell."

John, you're a genius. As are you, Maud. Hats off to you, this is just marvelous.

Tee-hee-hee-hee!

Re: Friday morning comment fic!

[mad_maudlin]

Five cats are totally better than one. As long as I don't have to feed 'em.

::bows:: I do my best.

Re: Friday morning comment fic!

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

LOL! You're dynamite.

"Patient being Rodney," John supplied.

Oh, yeah. I can't imagine Rodney being awake for anything medical. Yeesh.

"Yeah, Rodney," John said, counting on McKay to be too stoned to remember this later. "They never saw it coming."

John, I bet he will. And Rodney will be annoyed that John made a fool out of him, and John'll tell him, "You were doing just fine on your own."

How much do I love that Dr. Cerny is a known co-conspirator of Zelenka's?

Re: Friday morning comment fic!

[mad_maudlin]

Gah! Like four lines of this disappeared when I had to break it into two comments! ::fumes:: Would edit if I could...it's not supposed to start that abruptly. Gr.

Oh, yeah. I can't imagine Rodney being awake for anything medical.

Especially not in the mouth. Could you imagine how agitated he'd be sitting through something like this and not being able to bitch about?

How much do I love that Dr. Cerny is a known co-conspirator of Zelenka's?

Hey, the Czechs gotta stick together. They're the only ones who understand each other when they swear.

Re: Friday morning comment fic!

[teenygozer.livejournal.com]

What a fabulous and hilarious comment-fic! But how odd that bits of it disappeared in the posting. What where the four lines?

I had all four of my wisdom teeth out at one time and was sadly awake for the procedure. Drugged up in that I felt no pain and wasn't particularly worried about what the dentist was doing, but completely awake and I remember it all. Strange that it doesn't bother me to think about it, but I assume that was part of the drugging.

Five cats walking in, always a crowd-pleaser.

Re: Friday morning comment fic!

[mad_maudlin]

The missing lines are as follows:

John was used to members of his team going down to emergencies, combat-related injuries, weird technology accidents and the like. Down time that they could actually foresee and plan for, though, that was kind of new.

"You sure you don't mind?" Rodney asked, again. He was starting to get the googly eyes again.

"Rodney. No. It's fine." John nodded at one of his men who happened to walk by. "I got mine out when I was seventeen. I know it makes you loopy."

"It's just," Rodney said, and uhuh, his hands were fisted in his pockets, that was bad. "It's just that I have a, a tendency, you know, with anasthetics and stuff. A history of reactions. When I was in undegrad I was in a car accident and the stuff they gave me for the whiplash made me hallucinate."

"Really?" John asked. He'd heard about the arrow removal incident from, oh, everyone in the city, but he'd just blame Carson's itchy injecting finger. "What'd you see?"...

Re: Friday morning comment fic!

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah, that does transition quite a bit better.

I like it.

:)

Re: Friday morning comment fic!

[mad_maudlin]

It also provides, you know, context for the Batman thing. I really can't figure out how those got deleted. They were still in the TXT file I brought to the Peace Corps office...oh El Jay, you are capricious!

Re: Friday morning comment fic!

[teenygozer.livejournal.com]

Hey, when you put the parts together, it's a really great short-short story!

[rabidfan.livejournal.com]

I hope you feel better soon. I always found the second night the worst...so perhaps you're over the hump?

Your comment fic is terrific. You have nice friends.