well, it's done.
and i got a discount. $400. flippin sweeter.
and it took forever, but i am feeling fine. better than fine, actually. i was expecting to feel like i did post-wisdom tooth pulling. but if i didn't have a worn spot on my upper lip, and a sharp point on the almost dead tooth, i wouldn't even know i had anything done today.
thanks, fake motrin. thanks, dr kearney.
as i was laying there for over two hours, i thought a couple things.
one: 'novacaiiiiine. for the soullll. before i sputter out.'
and two: 'i will never do this again. i will never let my teeth go again.'
because let me tell you. that was sickening. and though i don't know the procedure because i kinda liked not knowing, there was a lot going on for a long time. tons of drilling and prying and metal and powdered teeth smell. sick.
as soon as i recover financially from this mega speedbump, i will start with the cavities. or fillings, rather. and that will be the end of that.
what else happened today?
work was horrible. i won't talk about it. if dentist talk didn't make you sick, work story from today surely would.
it sucked. i'll leave it at that.
with a face half numb and droopy, like bell's palsy, i couldn't smile. i couldn't talk clearly. more importantly, i couldn't light a cigarette, had a nearly impossible time smoking once i did get the thing lit, and came pretty close to drinking beer through a straw.
kit was on the bus that was circling to take me home. so i rode with her. straight to the bar.
seemed pseudo-appropriate following a root canal.
had one half pint pumpking beer.
came home after taking some fake motrin. in bed.
three hours later? flashforward marathon. i'm on episode number four in a row.
and i have nothing else to say.
i'm taking a moratorium on ever today.
and now, one more episode. then sleep.