Why no, there are no photos on this entry.
Almost three weeks ago I went into my dentist to have a cavity filled for a tooth that wasn't bothering me. After the cavity was filled, my tooth gave me nearly unbearable pain. I spent two weeks taking pain killers every six hours, avoiding anything hot, or cold, or liquid, or chewing on the right side of my mouth, or even breathing funny and pulling faces (good for everyone else, I guess.) I forgot late one night, distracted by a New Yorker cartoon, and did a fluoride rinse. The resulting agony brought me within millimeters of meeting my maker.
The verdict was in: root canal.
The procedure itself wasn't too bad at all, plus, my dentist sings to me while he works (he has a nice voice and a pretty rockin' descant on Sweet Baby James.) I felt great! A little numb for six hours, but the pain was gone! Huzzah!
And then Friday my jaw ached. And then Saturday I was back on the pain killers. And tonight I took a Lortab that did nothing for the terrible throbbing pain. Oh my stars, I was seeing stars. I think I even hallucinated watching Kanye West steal the stage from Taylor Swift at the VMAs.
My friend Allison took me up on my offer to make Crepes Suzette from Julia and Jacques' recipe. By the time I'd finished whipping out those suckers, the ache had me in its sight and I was felled a minute after Allison left. I didn't even get to eat the rest of my crepe. Stupid tooth. Maybe I was hoping an obscene amount of butter would heal it. St. Julia! Why can't it be so? Butter should fix everything!
(no photos of butter or of crepes.)
My bed is calling to me now, and for once in my life I think I'm going to listen. Here's hoping I can sleep before the spasms return.
Oh wait, someone who was not me got a hold of my camera.
I guess there were pictures on this blog after all.