September 18, 2004~~3:36 p.m.
When you're at the bottom, you should probably check for a false floor...

Fuck. Is someone testing me? I thought we'd been through enough last week. I thought things were pretty much at their lowest.

On Tuesday, we had the worst fight we've had in years. On Wednesday, Shoe was assaulted on the way home from school. On Thursday, husband had oral surgery to lower his gumline. Friday, we met with the vice principal, gave a statement to the police, and turned asshole kid in yet again for being out walking around the neighboorhood during his suspension (technical truancy).

And now, on top of all that, it's looking like I'll be having an emergency root canal on Monday. I'm in total agony, in spite of the temporary fix the dentist tried on Friday afternoon.

One nice thing about living in a small town, though, when you need your dentist on the weekend you don't talk to an answering service. You get to call him at home. He says if I can't make it until Monday he can meet me tomorrow, drill out the old filling, and attempt to find the fracture so he can remove some of the pressure on the nerve.

Uh, yea. Sounds fun.

I did promise him that I'd try taking the Vicodin tonight even though I hate the way it makes me feel. I'm nearly to the point where nothing can be worse than the pain anyway.

But the suckiest thing? The suckiest thing is that I'm in TOTAL AGONY and the ONLY WAY to make it stop is horrid dental work. I'd rather have someone jab a stick in my eye.

As a person, I pretty much love my dentist. He's got this really hot, good 'ol country boy thing going on. Plus, he's a total charmer.

And I suppose if I have to have SOMEONE as a dentist, it's just as well that it's him.... but it doesn't make me LIKE dentistry any more than I already don't.

Life sucks and then there's root canal.
~Alice