No, more than that. If I could nuke the month of April clean off of the human calendar, I'd do just that. There'd be a big, 30 day gap between March and June where nothing would have a chance to go wrong, blow up, or otherwise try to fuck people without the usual accoutrements of dinner, a couple of drinks, and some lubricant first.

First of all, my federal income taxes got screwed up this year. Somehow, I was marked as already married on my W-2 form, which means that not enough money was taken out up front for taxes …

Early this morning was my final trip to the dentist's office of 2007. I figured that, seeing as how I'm on the road so much I should get a checkup and cleaning before New Year's to make sure that there's nothing pressing in the immediate future.

I could stretch this entry out and make it look interesting or even entertaining, but frankly I'm not in the mood for such creative writing at the moment.

I'm looking at four crowns, one of them ASAP before the cavity bores completely under the bicuspid's filling. I'm probably looking at four more root canals …

I was privileged to open my week with another trip to the dentist's chair for a routine workup, a checkout, and my bi-yearly (I think that's right - twice every year) cleaning which had taken a back seat to my last root canal. Much of the morning was taken up with bitewing x-rays and many long minutes spent under a water spike, which uses a thin stream of water moving under very high pressure to remove buildup and tartar from one's teeth in all those places that toothbrushes never quite seem to hit on a daily basis. While it wasn't uncomfortable …

At least, until I go in for a routine cleaning next Monday.

I left work early today to clean up a little before driving out to the dentist's office to have the temporary crown removed from the molar from hell and have the permanant one cemented into place. It's taken about two weeks to fabricate the crown, so I've had a lot of time to get used to the temp. A temp which was even better than the one that had to be cut away, incidentally, because the last one had been damaged during installation. Dr. Nguyen took the needle …

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.

After a long day of being utterly unable to concentrate for longer than five minutes at a stretch due to what I suspect is dental work going bad, I finally made it home with Lyssa, who promptly put me to bed to sleep for a couple of pain-free hours. Earlier today I managed to make an emergency appointment with a dentist recommended to me by Hasufin who seems to have more than half a clue for tomorow morning to get my dental work looked at. I'm going to have to pay it out of pocket, but given a choice between …