Started with a sore gum last Thursday. You know how it feels when you get a piece of popcorn shell under the gum, like that. Friday Lynda and I went to Milford Memories Days. By the time we got home it was time to call the dentist. The pain was getting worse and the side of my face was swelling. She prescribed some antibiotics, better on Saturday and even better Sunday. Saw the dentist today, took some x-rays and I need a root canal.
Crap! Trying to get the Chevelle back together, windshield and rear window going in on Wednesday. Trying to get the soffit material installed on the bottom of the upstairs deck. Have to box in the posts on the deck, don't have time for this shit.
The root canal isn't that big a deal. It just seems when you have a lot of other stuff going on some crap like this happens. Oh well, shouldn't complain, not like I'm going to die from this, it's just an inconvenience.
On the plus side, she did prescribe vicodin. They always make things seem better, at least for a little while.
