Root Canal

The children left today for a two day trip w/ "papa and Nonna". One would think that this would be a great thing; sending a shout out on FB that we were kid free, things were looking up!
Then I went to the dentist.
The x-ray was painless, as always. The piece of paper showing the "worst case" bill was NOT! Forget even the THOUGHT of a keyboard for myself (a stretch at most, again, those kids keep needing things like clothes and shoes)

Many injections later we begin a 2 1/2 hour procedure, which involved me having to be reclined at about a 40 degree angle...upside down. My dentist is very nice and has a fantastic assistant; but recovering is the same with all - painful and slow - it runs in the family. My brother and I always require crazy levels of pain meds and a steriod to calm the surrounding nerves down. Not the greatest family trait.

I am now typing this for my lone reader to glance at, hoping for a little sympathy. I miss my family at times like these; I was the youngest by several years, so I'm pretty pampered. Significant pain reverts me to what my friends describe as the equivalent to having a sick husband.

Roles are reversed in our household. My husband is a saint and very easy to care for should he actually ever get sick, as are my children. I'm the wimp :-) At least I'm willing to say so...