Woe is Me

Woe is me indeed, I hope you've got the sound turned on for the violins.

Went to the dentist yesterday for the root canal filling, the tooth was very badly infected and I can't remember the last time I have ever been in so much pain, in fact I don't think I ever have.   If I had been in England I would have had it done at the dental hospital in East Grinstead, where they could have given me a stronger anaesthetic.  I've been to E Grinstead for less traumatic procedures than this was.    I was squirming, crying, sobbing even, and I was thinking - through my haze of tears and pain "I can't drive home, I'll call my friend Quick"  a local cab driver, whom I've known since I've been here, and we still wave to each other as we're going round town.   Quick is a 7'7" former Brazilian basketball player, and I know that seeing me weeping and pathetic in the waiting room he would have gathered me in his arms, which I needed as much as his cab.

However, the dentist wasn't going to turn me - weeping and pathetic - into his waiting room, he left me in the chair until he gauged I was fit enough to drive home.

I got back, took some pain pills and slept soundly, am now going to take more pain pills and crawl back into bed.   I warned Chaplain Bill yesterday I might not make it to the hospital this morning, but it is not quite 7, I'll see how I am.