Well, my holiday weekend was partially ruined by a bad tooth! If you knew me and all, you'd see really nice teeth, ones my parents paid a lot for when I was young. But thru general neglect and fear of the dentist, my teeth have slowly started to fall apart and could make me look like the hick I was born. Now, the front ones all LOOK good, but the back...let's just say ER root canal yesterday and over 3 hours in the chair. I felt like I was in a boxing match. Hell, I still may lose the tooth, they "think" they saved it.
I've learned a few big lessons off of this. #1, Vicodin can be a lifesaver for a short period of time but the stuff makes me feel really, really odd. Guess that's why some folks like it, not this one. #2, suck it up and get ye ass to the dentist, which I will from now on. Better to be afraid there getting something minor done than sitting for a 3 hour ass kickin'.
Still managed to have a good water-skiing and boating time. Lost 2 matches of golf (blamed the tooth of course) and was unable to drink booze after Saturday b/c of the painkiller. At least that helped me w/ the diet! Ha!
