Welcome to root canal city, population me.

After a day at work stoned out of my mind on Motrin and fighting the aftereffects of a power failure, I left the office and headed for home for the appointment at the endodontist's.

As the title of this post implies, I'm due for a root canal in about two weeks' time. The botched crown my last dentist installed somehow allowed something nasty to swim down into the tooth (which wasn't hollowed out, incidentally, just capped) and eventually take up residence.

I've started antibiotics and I've got analgesics out the yin-yang.