Translation: "You have an extra nerve that I didn't find last time!"

Yes, once again Gallifreyan physiology strikes, and I wound up rolling sour cherries in the dentist's chair.

Last week I had the first stage of a root canal done, and I've been in a holding pattern ever since while the last of the nerve tissue dried up and was flushed away, so that the core could be implanted and sealed.

Well, as it turns out, things are never quite that simple... Just like my last root canal in Pittsburgh, stage two involves the endodontist taking a set of …