Following up on yesterday's post:
I've scheduled a consultation visit for tomorrow afternoon, with the procedures to be performed on Wednesday. The discernible sense of urgency in my dentist's voice was a little alarming, but there's nothing I can do about it but hang in there for the next 72 hours. I never thought I'd ever type these words, but I'm actually looking forward to having a root canal.
Because I'm presently distracted by the pain-related lack of sleep and dark thoughts regarding the pair of vice grips in my tool box, I'm going into low-content mode for the next couple of days.
First up, I'm going to write up a prescription for a topical lowbrow palliative...
(from "All the World's a Stooge," 1941)
...to be followed with administration of a soothing musical balm:
The Replacements - Can't Hardly Wait (from Pleased To Meet Me, 1987) - Wester-borg speaks the truth. I'm looking forward to Wednesday like it was Christmas, only with fewer presents and more pulpy nerve tissue scraped out my pearly off-whites.
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Thanks for the Stooges. I've spent the day with my eleven year-old veterinarian and a sick cat. Feeling your pain. Sort of. (I do know a ship's surgeon who's dandy with a mouthpick. He uses ETHER: Ether the bottle or the hammer.)
Sorry! Hope he meets your needs and expectations. Having just recovered from a serious bout of food poisoning, I can empathize witht the way a sudden physical problem can dominate your life - and make you long for the ordinary as if it was some version of paradise.
Best of luck.
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