In three hours, I will sit in Dr. Johnson’s chair and feel the prick of a Novocaine shot. He’ll drill into the tooth to exorcise the demon bacteria that’s infiltrated my jawbone, which in the last 36 hours has forced my head to spin around in circles and say things like,
“MY FACE IS KILLING ME!”
“I CAN’T SLEEP!”
“GET ME MORE PERCOCET!”
“I LOVE YOGURT!”
Tomorrow, I hope to return with a legitimate post. Until then, pray the invisible beast awakened within my face is sent back to hell.