more dental blogging [with non-imminent death notice update]
In no mood to blog today. I'll be spending the morning finding a dentist who a) takes my insurance and b) will see my immediately (see here for previous whine). I think the entire right side of my face is paralyzed now (me, exaggerate? that's unpossible!) and I'm going to have to see my regular doctor after I see the dentist. If I don't die first. Because I swear to you, I am in the throes of an agonizing death right now. Remember, cremation, no burial! Spread my ashes over Yankee Stadium. Right over third base, so I can keep an eye on A Rod and haunt him when he leaves men in scoring position.
Ok, one quick thing. I had a dream last night that I was stuck in an episode of Leave it to Beaver, in which he contracts Avian flu and I told him "Wow, you're really ahead of your time, Beav!" To which he replies "Oh, not really. Some guy from the future snuck up on me and put tainted bird seeds in my lunch! That's how I got. Gee, that's kinda mean!" Sure is, Beav. Sure is.
I think the infection is eating my brain.
Update: Found a dentist! When I explained what was going on, the woman said "you should probably get over here right now." Umm..yay?
Update again: So, I'm not dying, I don't need any body parts amputed and it's nothing a round of antiobotics (and a move from acetaminophen to ibuprofen) and an extraction later in the week won't cure.
Though the idea of an extraction has me feeling a bit queasy.