Because that means W(ednesday) is over. Yesterday was D(entist) Day. I spent 2 1/2 hours being poked, prodded, drilled, glued, and although consensual, I can't say it was fun. Prep for 3 crowns on molars -- 2 upper, one lower, all on the right. Temps glued on. I can bite, but not chew in any meaningful way. The permanent crowns go on in two weeks and I'll be drilled on the left side for two more molar crowns. Same deal (I nearly wrote "drill") for two weeks, then on a third visit he puts in the permanent crowns on the left side, and on a fourth and final (this stage, anyway) visit, I get my nighttime custom bite thingy. I have always thought I had great teeth, and I do, they just don't line up right so after 50 years, they're falling apart. All the molars are cracked, so I guess it's needed yet I still feel vaguely insulted.
Great dentist, though, very kind, gentle, good assistants, who would make great tops. They constantly patted my shoulder and told me what a good patient I was being. For $3,000, I paid for a very expensive play scene. The best part (if there is a "best") is that he offered, and I instantly accepted, sodium pentathol gas. I drained the better part of 2 cannisters, inhaling mightily. A very weird high. I was never completely "out" but parts of it were like living through "Dark Side of The Moon" complete with echo chamber. At one point I was sure I was a sequoia and loggers were drilling a hole through my trunk for a road. It was not unpleasant. There were birds on my branches and the sun filtered around me in gossamer shafts. Afterwards, I tried to explain this to the dentist who put on his best "there, there" face. I also asked for a doggy bag to take home any leftovers, which did make him laugh. It's supposed to have no after effects, safe to drive once you've sucked down some plain O2, but after waiting an hour, the office was closing, everyone looked at me expectantly and I waited in the car another hour. Even then, I was very glad the route was familiar. I'll take a cab next time. They gave me some NSAID or other and I was dopey and still hurt, a bit.
Not so ouchy today. I do feel as though I've been pulled through a knothole (perhaps the one in my trunk), stupid and tired. Even with gas, I must have been hugely tense at a muscular level, and I'm feeling that, feeling blue, very blue, too. I expected to be blue after the trip, that's a given with any vacation I take. The gas probably has some hangover effect as well.
Tomorrow I'll bounce back physically, and emotionally, probably. If not, Friday is Shrink Day and I can bitch for an hour with Andrea which always cheers me up.