The Brief, Unpleasant, but Essentially Happy Tale of Stacie’s Root Canal*
9:25 this morning--Stacie, no longer on (god’s gift to humankind) Vicodin because she has to drive, is now truly suffering with her toothache, even with 2 Tylenol and 3 Advil.
9:30 this morning—This is Stacie, having been given three mondo shots of Novocaine, and no longer in fear of the drill.
The dentist was a rock star—no chair-side manner, but faster than a mechanic changing a tire. I would venture to guess he’s done . . . oh, maybe a million root canals.
One of my nostrils went numb--that was weird!
Noon—See Stacie. See Stacie suffering. Novocaine now wearing off quickly, Vicodin front-loaded but not doing the job yet. What happened to my magical injected elixir???
But wait, the story gets better . . .
1 p.m.—Stacie with more Vicodin floating through her veins--
The hell with reading. I’m checking outta here!
Hope you are less dentally compromised than I am at present!!
*No, these photos are not of me, but rather my stunt doubles. (Buddha works overtime!!)