This was sunrise this morning, before it really started raining. I love the clouds.



I worked my last of four midnight shifts last night. I get used to them after about four. Then I can start sleeping some. But today I had my final root canal appointment at 9 a.m. I came home and ate a bit, mouth washed, brushed and scraped my tongue with my tongue scraper (nifty little item), and drove out to the dentist. I did NOT drive onto the interstate this time but I had to concentrate on NOT doing since I was sort of tired. Made it in plenty of time. In fact, I checked in at 8:50 and by 9:10 I was high on gas. Before I got high, I took this picture of me in my NEW Princess Pink Pig Nose.



Turns out I had a really bad case. Last week was to carve out some infected tissue, and place some supports on the roots. This week was Hell Week. He had to manually drill with a little finger twisty drill thingy down through my cap, into the root and take out the calcified root and surrounding dead meat. Took him, get this, two hours to do it. He actually got a blister on his finger from doing it. But I'm guessing you can't use an electric drill as it requires too much finesse.

A poor man came who was hard of hearing and was shouting to everyone about his toothache and they had to shout back at him to ask questions and give directions. I know now that he got a tooth pulled, another one half filled, and that he opted to skip the root canal in favor of the pulling, because he did not have the $2000 it would have cost, but could swing the 300 bucks, give or take, for the other option, and that he had about $80 on his person right then.

The kicker:

"MISS?!"
"YES!!!???"
"CAN WE NUMB THIS A LITTLE BEFORE WE DO ANYTHING?"
"OH, OF COURSE!!!"
"WHAT?!"
"I SAID, OF COURSE!"
"WHAT?!"
"I SAID, OF COURSE!!!!!"
"I SAID, CAN.WE.NUMB.THIS.BEFORE.WE.WORK.ON.IT?"
"WE WILL NUMB YOU, SIR!!!!!!"
"OH, THAT'S A GOOD IDEA. THANK YOU!"
"YOU'RE WELCOME!"
"WHAT!"
(thumbs up)

Came home still numb (I said, I'm still numb! Oh, wait. Sorry.) and ate some mushy stuff and tried to sleep, but the numbing agent was wearing off and it was starting to hurt. I took a percocet and it has done absolutely nothing. I'm not even high. Cindy came home and I think she actually feel sorry for me a little. This is a woman who could have her head cut off and would just carry it in a bag to her church meetings. Too much to do to let a little thing like that stop her. In fact, she would not use a Walmart bag. She would get a little designer bag to look nicer at church and in case it happened again, she'd be ready. Walmart bags are so tacky, you know.

I'm not going to write more now. I already called in sick tomorrow. I am NOT carrying my head to work in a bag.