Today I spent the morning in the dentist’s chair getting my cracked tooth repaired by a temporary crown (the permanent one goes in October 1st, because I will be out of town the last week of September). It took them four tries to make the temporary crown – why? I do not know. My mouth was numb for a while afterward, and then it hurt, and then I went home early from work because it really didn’t feel good.
I came home, put on the Princess Bride, and took a nap. When I woke up, the upstairs neighbors were blasting music that I liked, so I went up to ask them what band it was.
They plied me with spicy rum. And an otter pop for my face. Now I am tipsy. But my mouth doesn’t hurt anymore.