The Tryptophan Coma That Almost Was
So the battle of my tooth continues. Like a gift from heaven OR the business end of luck procured from cracking open a double yoked egg today, my dentist called with an opening for 3 p.m.. GREAT DAY IN THE MORNING!
Little chip...Tiny invisible crack...PAIN!! Pokes, prods, and me on antibiotics for a week, with a side of pain pills until the tooth is in good enough shape to work on. Great. Freaking great. Couldn't have just been a cavity. This sort of puts my plans to eat myself into a Tryptophan induced coma on hold. Unless there's some serious pain relief from the meds I'll be making a bird that I can't even eat.
Oh well, all I can do is hope for the best. My non riding week of sloth has turned into just a non riding, week of suck.