The Fun Never Stops

I am fully expecting the plague of locusts at any moment now.

Seriously.

See, my tooth has been hurting. And I? Am not very fond of oral pain. So, like the wuss I am, I called my dentist, Will Hurtt DDS (and yes, that's his name. No lie. I even asked to see his ID the first time I met with him.), and set up a time to wheel in and take a look.

Dr. Hurtt is very clearly aware that I am a total, absolute baby when it comes to dental work. He is aware of this because I have told him so in no uncertain terms. Hey, I have a phobia ... and Dr. Hurtt knows that, as much as I enjoy him *personally*, I absolutely hate having to see him. So today, once he had taken some images and evaluated, he phrased the bad news thusly: "Colleen, I think we need to emotionally prepare you for what we have to do here."

Nothing good ever comes of this phrase. Because the news for which I needed to prepare essentially is that on Monday I have to go see a lovely endodontist and have a ROOT CANAL. And if that doesn't give me the total heebies and the jeebies, I don't know what does. See what I mean about the freakin' locusts? Any second now ...

Not only that, but I couldn't go to the first doc referred because his office isn't wheelchair accessible! So I had to find another doc, and now I'm locked in for 11 am on 3-17. Happy St. Patrick's Day to me! Is there an Irish soup I can eat to celebrate Monday night?