Don’t you just love it when Fun comes in multiples? See, I only THOUGHT I was having fun before. Now, where did I put the rules for the game of Eyeball Marbles? Yeah, I’m really startin’ ta’ think I shoulda’ gone with THAT barrel of fun, instead of the one I’m using.
You see these two teeth I had pulled the other day? You see how much fun I’ve been having with them? Well, that ain’t the half of it! Today, I went back to the dentist on accounta’ just because the teeth are gone doesn’t necessarily mean that the pain goes away… ‘specially in my case.
I seem to be one of those rare individuals (about as rare as hen’s teeth, evidently) who can still feel pain, even though my quotient of numbing solution would rival the winner’s intake at a chug-a-lug contest.
To the Very. Last. Minute. in my dentist’s chair, I continued to feel intense pain. Yaaaaay! Now, don’t misunderstand; it is not… I repeat, NOT… the dentist’s fault. I have a history of needing buckets of medication whenever I have anything done. Today was no different. I was the problem.
I might add that I have never, EVER known a dentist who was soooo caring and so gentle. I am very fortunate, indeed. Still, my teeth are fighting it, tooth and nail, as it were. Heh, heh. Tooth and nail. That was an accident, but it turned out to be a fun accident. Heh, heh
So now, I am experiencing more fun than I think any one person should have, in the way of pain. Please forgive me for all my whining, but I cannot think of much else, besides pain and how to escape it. Hopefully, I will soon return to writing about more normal subjects, like Creepy Little Crawlers, for instance. Thanks for visiting and listening. Until the next time, keep a hug on.