Nice to be back. For most of the day, the database servers at my hosting company have been slammed too much traffic. Not certain what caused it, but it wasn’t me. I swear.
I’m typing this in a Vicod!n blur right now. I paid a visit to the dentist and the orthodontist on Monday. It’s my third visit to the dentist in ten years. My second visit to the dentist in ten years happened back in May. I had a cavity then. On Monday the dentist finds that cavity’s mirror image in a molar on the opposite side of my mouth. It’s a deep cavity. It’s so close to the nerve that when he finishes drilling he can see its pinkish flank through my enamel. But he fills it and sends me, drooling, on my way.
Last night I awake in a cloud of pain. There’s so much pain that I can’t even tell where it’s coming from. Whereas all my other teeth are content to hum quietly to themselves, this particular molar is bellowing Mozart’s “Barber of Seville” as loud as it can. I sit up on my couch and watch Mystery Science Theater 3000, which to me is like the pop culture equivalent of Mom’s Chicken Soup, and wait for the Aleve to take effect. It helps, but damn that Mozart is loud.
So today, Vicod!n.