the only good thing I can say about this morning is that it's over.
2 hours in the chair and $1100 later I escaped with my life.
Considered good to be a
well rooted individual, right?
Well I rang the bell today. Not the normal three roots/canals.
Not the abnormal four which I had one of. But five roots to be
drilled out. Geez....but I give the guy credit, and he was a young Chinese doc
apparently just out of school, boy was he good. Gentle, articulate, constantly explained what he was doing, and
gave me another shot when it was clear I needed it.
I promptly went to my local greasy spoon close to my home for lunch, while my mouth was still numb, and had a fried porkchop lunch with boiled potatoes and
black eyed peas, the latter with big chunks of something just yummy, salty and greasy of course. Talk about needing some comfort food...

When that lidocaine wears off, it's going to feel like I had a 6 inch post hole digger in my mouth.
ok, my moanmeter just pegged and I'll be quiet now.
Rain has left but it's pretty wet out, good day to cool it. Tomorrow I'll go to the Massey dealer and get my tractor back.