Current mood:

drained

pain.
another three hours in the dentist's chamber today - got a whole new definition of 'triple crown' - used to be a bridge was a fake tooth with wire hooks that connected it to the tooth on either side. Now it's a fake tooth - a crown - connected to TWO CROWNS on either side of it. Yes, they file down two perfectly good teeth and put crowns on them so the bridge is three crowns all connected in one piece. I guess it's a lot sturdier than the old way, but holy freakin' crucio-cows, man, OUCH.

My dentist said I was 'very good' - almost expected a lollipop. She has no idea the aspersions I cast, in the silence of my anguished brain, on her breeding, mating habits, professional competency and swimming depth in the gene pool; probably just as well given how many shots she had to give me (I don't numb well). I now have an amazingly ugly but quite functional temporary triple crown, awaiting the verdict on whether this procedure screwed up the nerves in the previously good teeth (if so, that's another root canal or two - gaaaaaaaaah), then the permanent triple crown in two weeks.

My gums feel like they've been through a meat grinder. My cats are wondering why I'm stoned on Advil and not talking to them.

If I were a horse, I'd be glue by now.

Tomorrow, the eye doctor!

God, I love "vacation." sniff.