I have only a vague recollection of typing last night's blog post. I guess a triple dose of nighttime pain reliever and a double dose of moscato wine will do that. I do remember that I was in significant pain and I typed it on my iPad so I didn't have to sit up.
I realized this morning that I left the whole issue with my aching tooth quite up in the air. It sounded like I didn't call the dentist on Monday because I wanted to ride my bike (which was true), but I actually DID call the dentist before I went to ride. At first the girl said I could come in two weeks, but I said I didn't think I could go that long. Then after yesterday's ride, the pain was so unbearably excruciating (is that redundant?) that I was glad she had told me I could come tomorrow morning.
I thought Hubby would scoff at the suggestion that there is some connection between bike riding and the flare-ups of tooth pain, but he actually agreed that breathing in the cold air when I ride may be causing the pain. That in turn may be an indication that the new crown has a leak somewhere around it.
And I'm very, very sorry that I have now wasted three perfectly good blog posts on a damn toothache. I'd much rather write about the spring-like temperatures we are having here in Georgia, my niece's wonderful quote about my ex-husband, my sister-in-law having the gall to ask me to do her taxes and my resulting dilemma, Hubby's newest idea for a retirement job after the current retirement job runs out (since he just found out it's going to last longer than he originally thought), and the fact that I can't even count on my FANTASY gymnastics team and I suck as a coach when it comes to making decisions about whom to put in the line-up.
At least I've now outlined my blog topics for the next several days, so it shouldn't be a problem coming up with topics. Fingers crossed the dentist can fix my tooth tomorrow...