At my 6-month teeth cleaning earlier this week, the dentist found a hairline crack in both of my lower back molars. Ouch. One was worse than the other, so I went under the drill Thursday to get a crown. I *hate* the dentist, especially when the drill, novocaine, or impressions are involved. Wearing my iPod and listening to Chris O’Reilly helped, but only marginally. I’m still sore, close to 24 hours later. Time heals all, right? Can’t wait for the visit in two weeks for the final porcelain. That’s also going to hurt, I’m sure. Then we get to do another one in a few months. Yay.
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A bout of gout but no trout
This thing is getting old. With seemingly no direct cause (a steak four days ago?), I have come down with another Seussian bout of gout. Unlike the day we had the goodbye lunch for David Balcom, there was no trout on the menu. I’ve managed to do most meetings from my desk. The only real issue has been the few trips up and down the Crow’s Nest stairs. Did I mention that it’s the right foot this time. Ack.