A Daily Thing

I have to go back for more of this tomorrow.  I was really looking forward to it* (I’m being serious, sadly) until I truly grasped that in just over 12 hours, a hell of unpleasantness will be unleashed on 5 or 6 of my poor unsuspecting teeth.

In the scheme of things, it’s not that bad: one dozen injections, one afternoon of frozen face (and subsequent hilarious** inability to speak, plus occasional drooling), 5 to 6 days of pain mitigated by pain killers.  Except right now, I’m being a baby about it.  I am this close to screaming ‘I don’t want to goooooooo’ and stomp***.

*I have not eaten a piece of fresh fruit or a juicy tomato in more than 5 years.  Who wouldn’t look forward to doing that again?

**It goes without saying it will be more hilarious for Christian than for me.

***I still stomp from time to time.  At 30 years of age.  Which is as sad as me looking forward to going to the dentist.