Back from the dentist, and the owner of three new fillings. I forgot I had more than one cavity. My dentist, however, did not. The novocaine is slowly wearing off, and I’ve taken preemptive ibuprofen to ward off the inevitable general pain that comes from a grown man and his dental assistant rooting around in one’s mouth for an hours plus change. My dentist, well aware of what is either my somewhat high resistance to novocaine or my low resistance to pain brought on by high speed drills on my teeth, shoots me up pretty heavily with the stuff. For this he shall be rewarded in Heaven, although the flip side is that I spend a few hours afterward feeling like half my head is an insensate lump of hamburger. But given that or drill pain, I’ll go for the hamburger.
I’ve also just self-administered some ice cream. Because ice cream helps everything.