Whiskey, Painkillers and Fight Club

Well it's been a couple of weeks since I last wrote in this thing, it hasn't been a fun couple of weeks. The short version of the story is that I developed a tooth abscess and spent a full week in incredible pain because there was some confusion (on the dentist's part) as to whether it was in fact an abscess (of which I never had any doubt, having had 2 of the bastard things in the past). So, basically I spent a week on my sofa nearly going mad with the pain, taking a combination of incredibly strong pain killers, which seemed to do very little but would probably have been impossible to live without, and very strong antibiotics which thankfully did their job but also managed to contribute to my zombie-like transformation. My only other means of survival was that I figured out if you hold a mouthful of whiskey in your mouth for about 2 minutes it'll completely anaesthetise all your teeth for about 20 minutes, so that's 20 minutes of respite when you would otherwise happily take part in a scene from Fight Club, suddenly smacking your own face off a brick wall (repeatedly) becomes a very attractive prospect. I'm really only getting over it now. It has all been resolved though, if not financially, at least I'm not in pain anymore and am returning to the land of the living.
Other than that, I've lost my shitty sandwich making job partly because they weren't making any money and partly because the owner has been diagnosed with some illness and has to stop work completely, so they've closed. I'm not all that upset about losing the job but I am relatively worried about my financial situation. I'm teaching english (doing private lessons) and I have 3 students at the moment, which just pays my rent so if I can manage to find a couple more I should be set. Strangely enough I'm really enjoying this kind of work, it's certainly a lot more intellectually fulfilling than the sandwich making gig :-) I was supposed to be starting a job in Orte to teach little kids but with perfect timing I couldn't go to the training meeting because of the tooth abscess. Even if I could have put up with the pain and pretended to be enthusiastic about lesson plans and "Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star" renditions, I think the swelling all around the right hand side of my face and complete lack of concentration might have stuffed my chances anyway. The good news is that they're recruiting again at the end of December and they've said that there should be a job for me then, maybe even in Perugia. So we'll see...