The bad molar is out. Those of you who've had a molar pulled will know what that means. It was badly infected, under an old crown; no way to save it.
So, taking it easy today; doctors orders on day one; no spitting, no drinking through straws, no heavy work or lifting. They don't want to take any chance on dislodging the blood clot in the hole left by the tooth.
The economic collapse played a role in the tooth pulling, as it does in everything. We had to call all over the place to find a dentist who was willing to take an emergency, on our state medical insurance. Only one. 60 miles away. Over back roads- bumpy.
Spice got to drive me, of course; really was not capable of driving, either way; got a little shocky after the extraction, too.
But hey, I've got the gold crown! I'm guessing it's about $100 worth of gold.
Still pretty achey both from the pulling and the infection, but at least the pain is decreasing now, instead of increasing. And the brain is fuzzed from the painkillers.
Naptime, I think. :-)