gotta sit tight

I was hoping this day would see me on the other side of the whole abcessed tooth scenario, but, alas, it did not come to be. An excruciating Sunday night, followed by a Monday afternoon visit to the dentist's office, followed by a Tuesday morning consultation with the endodontist, to be followed by a Friday morning root canal therapy session...which had to be postponed until next Tuesday for a host of reasons. At least the antibiotics are keeping the infection -- and its associated pain -- in check for the time being.

If it wasn't for the alarming number of references to "septicemia" and "sinus complications" that cropped up during my Google search for "DIY second molar extraction," I'd be breaking out my handy set of locking pliers and playing McTeague the Home Game this very moment.

I just want it over and done with, so I can get back to my regularly scheduled life. It's not the procedure that bothers me, it's the waiting I can't stand. It's impossible for me to sit back and enjoy myself without being distracted by the irritating sensation that there's something hanging over my head. That applies to more than just oral surgery, too. I keep my life uncluttered for a reason.

Killing Joke - The Wait (from Killing Joke, 1981) - Down the rabbit hole of jagged postpunk nightmares we go.