This Is Starting to Get Old.

Just got back from yet another dentist appointment. This time, I walked out with a shiny new temporary crown and a face that feels like it's at least twice its usual size. And, yippee, I get to go back and do it all over again in a week or two when the permanent crown's ready.

The best part? When the dentist looked at me solemnly afterward, said, "You're probably going to need some pain medication," and handed me a prescription. Ah, yes, that's always exactly what I want to hear. Not that it surprised me, since they had me look in a mirror so I could match the color for the crown to my own tooth color (Coffee Stain #3) before they stuck the temporary on, and I could see quite clearly that my gums were bleeding. Well, that won't be a problem for several hours, at least, since I swear that at the moment damn near half of my head is completely numb.

Ah, human teeth. Still more proof that evolution simply does not build things to last...