Reality

A little dose of, 'yes, we really are living here', yesterday. After manfully suffering toothache over the long weekend I was finally able to pay my first visit to the dentist. I dull pain on Friday had by Sunday, turned into  excruciating agony. Chewing on the softest of noodles was a real effort and on Monday I took one chomp too many and nearly hit the ceiling! This was after I had booked my emergency appointment. Not too bright sometimes. On arrival after a little consultation and an x-ray (hyperlinked because we all know what it is, but do we really?), it was discovered that my crowned tooth had not one but two infected roots. So I was popped next door to see the root canal specialist (yes, that kind of dentists practice). "Ooh, both roots, that pretty unusual", gee thanks, that makes me feel better. "Go an book yourself in with the PA so we can drill them out and clean them up". Bleugh!
And five minutes later I was dealing with not only the pain in my mouth but the projected pain in my wallet when I discovered what this torture was likely to cost. I may well have to sell another part of my anatomy to save the part that needs the work!
Oh well, needs must. I'm back there next Tuesday for some drillin' and scrapin' and until then I'm on the drugs and painkillers. Yum....