Yes,
I have the toothache. Why does this to happen at a weekend when help is some 50
plus hours away? Right now, each world is being forced from a pain crippled
brain for which the spellchecker is paying the price—when I cn be botered.
Last weeknd
I borke a tooth. I cracked it on one of those hard rund mints—severl of which
have survived to this wekeend as a result of that brokem tooth. I’ve had to
make do with choclate instead; it’s less lkiely to do the same damage.
So Monday ment
a call to my most unfavurite professional. “Just hole for a minute, Bryan,” was
the over-freindly response, “Can you make here at two this aftrnoon.” Of
course, that wasn’t as urgrnt last Monday, the broken totth didn’t ache.
But I needeed
that tooth; I’ve got tw\oo many holes already. So I agreed and spent, what culd
have been a pleasnat hour elsewhere, in the dentist’s char. A Jab, a frozem
face, grindng with the dentist’s most feraed weapon, some poking at it and I
had a restored tooth.
Now this
weekend, a more fearsome and paintful scenario. Again on the weekend. Is this
some brutal halowleen trick? Dos this pani mean a filling, an abcess, or, the
wrst case: a root canal? I’m going to have to wait another 24 hours or so to
find out.
In the
meantime, back to a baby routing, feeding every fourhours on piankillers of own
sort or another. Apparently, it’s possilbe to take acetomenaphin and abuprofin
at the same time. Well, Ican alternate: two polls every two hours. Give it a
double whammy.
That’s the
extent of my mental effort right now. I’ll leave the spellchecking ot y ou!
