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
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A Freudian Slip?
"Off course"? You opted to wail to fill your prescription?!? Admittedly, I don't know your specific circumstances, but if you live anywhere near a pharmacy that's open until ten or later, I'd say that your mind went very much off course. I'm speaking as one who underwent gum surgery years ago, and who had to wait as the person due to pick me up had forgotten or something. The painkillers were wearing off, and I hadn't thought to bring Advil or the like. I think that I managed to limit my colorful metaphors to a single Precision F-Strike.
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