So, yesterday was a real treat and a half, either in fucking agony or sort of slurring my way around the office. Everyone knew that it was tooth-related, so I don't think they'll be staging an intervention anytime soon.

I was counting the seconds to 4.30p, and I finally got to go, and he said those words that I was fearing from the beginning:

"I'm going to have to do a root canal."
"You won't yell at me when I cry, will you?"
"No, I won't."

I was upgraded, medicine-wise, from antibiotics and codeine to penicillin and Percocet. So far it seems to be working a treat, but I thought that about the codeine at first, so I will reserve judgement.

It is kind of exciting to get the drug with the special prescription and the "controlled substance" stickers, though. I talked to my Mom and told her about my new painkillers.

"And I got Percocet!"
"What's Percocet?"
"It's much stronger than codeine, and highly addictive, and exciting stuff like that."
"Be sure to tell Cynthia so that she comes down and checks on you, in case you are dead!"
"Mom, I'm not going to be dead."
"O, I know you, you'll take too many, just like Marilyn Monroe!"

I'd say to watch out if I don't update, because maybe I am dead just like Marilyn Monroe as my mother fears, but since I am three days behind right now, that's not a really good indication.

Um...if I don't update on my birthday start calling 911!

Horoscope d'aujourd'hui:
Small problems in the home can be solved by a practical focus. Be willing to help those you love.

il y a un an aujourd'hui:
Everyone's present becomes the next generation's boring old history. Even the defining current event of my childhood.

* Hier / Incrément / Ce Mois / Demain *

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Traduction français par ma mère Gladys Holland.

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