Last fall I spent five hours in the dentist's chair getting some teeth restored. Number 31 molar was problematical, but she gave it a try. Unfortunately, I began to realize a few weeks ago that all may not be well: throbbing, sensitivity to cold, and last week periods of pain. I knew it was a lost cause. Due to weather, I was not able to get to the dentist until this afternoon at 3:00. That was lucky, as there was a cancellation. I left at 7:15 this evening, having had a root canal, with a numb tongue, lip and cheek. Now that the anesthesia has worn off, the pain is beginning to manifest. Off course I opted to wait until tomorrow to fill my prescription for pain killers (Hydrocodone) and antibiotics. Fortunately, my wife may have kept a tablet or two from previous dental work. I think I might have to use one or two. Getting old is hell, but it certainly beats the alternative.

Portia