I broke a tooth–two teeth actually–and took courage by the hand and went to see a dentist yesterday morning. The man I saw is not my regular dentist; he’s on vacation, but lack of sleep from pain made me desperate for some relief. I have an abcess and need a root canal. Relief has come in the form of an antibiotic and Vicodin. I hate taking Vicodin. My experience is that I still hurt, I just don’t care about it. That’s a very strange feeling and once I can live without.
Philip and (lovely) Rita (meter maid) flew in from Anchorage today. Tomorrow after the Home Show Dawn and I are getting together with them and DD Annie to celebrate Annie’s 21st birthday, which is Monday. Annie wants to go to Red Lobster. Family tradition reigns: The birthday child gets to choose the restaurant where we celebrate the birthday. I was sharing with my ex the other day that now that I’m sober Annie and have a delightful relationship.