Yesterday afternoon in the dentist chair nearing the end of my root canal.
Dentist (ld’s cousin): It’s good you came in, given the amount of infection we cleaned out in there, I’m surprised you weren’t in a lot of pain.
Me: Yeah, we’ll I’m tough, I guess.
Dentist: Seriously, as bad as it was your jaw should have swollen up like a baseball. You didn’t have any symptoms at all?
Me: Well, I haven’t felt exactly right, whatever that means. And I haven’t been eating on that side of my mouth for like a month.
Dentist: Hmm. Your body most have been churning out the white blood cells for sure, trying to fight it. That’s good.
Me: I guess. Maybe that’s why I’ve felt like I've been 'nibbled to death by ducks’ lately. You know, exhausted, overwhelmed and easily annoyed, eh?
Dentist: (Pats me on the arm) Well, hopefully this will help. We’ll know in a couple of weeks and then if all goes well, we’ll put a crown on it.
Me: (Softly): Quack, quack.
Dentist: What’s that?
Me: Er, nothing. (I smile) Thanks for your good work.
Dentist: (Pats my arm again) We’ve shot you with antibiotics and an anti-inflammatory and we’ll give you something for the pain before you go. See 'ya soon.
Tucson. Summer '09. Harmless fun. Until they nibble and chase. And bite you on the butt.