The Furious Spinner

I was able to sleep most of the night. Didn't hurt as much. This morning I went in for the root canal—to a specialist. The worst part was getting the shots, not because they hurt, just because it's uncomfortable. Or something. Then after about three hundred shots, they put in a rubber dam. I don't really know why. But that is gaggy. I had on my headset, listening to the same affirmations I listened to for the surgery. I kept my eyes closed. Every time I felt like I couldn't breathe, I just gave myself a pep talk. After they gave me the shots, I held their hands to help me relax. They were very nice. Then they went to work. It didn't hurt. But it was an hour and a half of discomfort. Just the sound of the drill is freaky. Don't know why. I've never been afraid of the dentist.

Right afterward, I ran over to my surgeon's office, which was a couple of blocks away. She sucked things out of my sinuses and remarked that my body makes a lot of mucus. Aren't you glad to know that?

Now I'm home on my couch watching TV. Yes, Mario turned the TV service on again for me. The dentist said my tooth would continue to hurt for a few days, so I'm going to rest and watch movies.

Hope you're all well.

May You Hold Hands in Beauty!

So that's all that's going on here. Nothing profound. I got through it. I guess that's what we do, eh? 0 comments

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