Go, My Son, And Be With Gauze

Last week's cleaning turned into this morning's root canal, which turned into this afternoon's extraction, and a mouth packed with gauze, since the tooth in question could not be saved.

Sometime soon (I hope) the vicodin will kick in ... so if I'm posting and it starts getting goofy, you'll know why.

BTW, in this day of modern medical and dental technology, I was actually chuckling in the chair as my oral surgeon was getting his daily workout by yanking strenuously at my tooth, just like in the Old West. It seemed funny at the time, with my jaw completely numbed. Now I'm not so sure ....