Almost 11:00, and my face is still numb. Man, I really hate that. Is it going to be numb for the rest of my life? Will I have to sue my dentist, and forever go around slobbering on my shirt? Anyway... luckily, I called at 07:30 on the dot, and I was informed that another patient had cancelled the 08:00 slot, so I was in like Flint. Whatever that means, where did that come from, anyway? In like Flint. Strange saying, and I wasn't the first one to say it, thankfully, 'cause if I was I'd have to fake knowing what it meant and I would probably really botch that. The doc was able to crown the tooth, there was just barely enough there, and the root wasn't cracked. However, the counterpart on the other side is also cracked and it needs a crown too. Luckily, with my dual insurance, this will all be covered. I called in after I came back from the dentist... I was up off and on all night, I don't think that I got more than an hour's sleep at a time... if it wasn't my damned tooth, it was my damned knee. It's a rainy day, but not really, since it's not really raining, just misting with a few drops every once in a while. Good day for sleeping. When I was working nights, people would say that to me, and I would reply, "*Any* day is a good day for sleeping!" Damn it, now I'm getting that tingly feeling in my face, it's waking up. O'yeah, it is, and starting to hurt, too. The dentist told me it probably would, and he was right. So I'll take some tylenol and sleep for a while. 20:25... It's still rainy out, like earlier, but still no real rain, just mist and an occasional drizzle. I think that all of the humidity is what's making my knee hurt more than anything else. On the other hand, I re-read some of my journal entries about my original knee injury, and the doc told me then that it wasn't going to heal itself. I was thinking at the time, he just wants the $$ for the surgery. And it would've been open surgery when I originally hurt it... they've improved things a whole bunch with their arthroscopic surgical techniques in the last coupla years. In most cases, you can have the surgery and be back on your feet in three days. The hospital called today, I have an appointment to see the orthopod on the 15th. However, since I don't want to wait that long, I'm gonna call the x-ray tech that works for them and see if she can get me in any earlier... she worked with me on evenings for a while and we're pretty good friends. Normally, I don't impose on friends like that, but, well, this damned knee hurts! And it doesn't hurt to call in a marker every little once in a while, does it? May Day! May Day! Yes it is. A holiday for most of the world, and for me, too, I guess! And a waste of a holiday for me, I might add, a day of sleepless pain. Which reminds me... more Tylenol. And I'm awfully damned sleepy. When I was reading my journal about my knee injury, I ran across an entry that basically said that I thought I'd said all that could be said here... in the first thousand days. It's now been...2,222 days! And I still haven't said it all. Yeah, I'm slow, but "ALL" seems to encompass more and more, the longer that I live....
Ehhh, didn't sleep any, dammit. Phone woke me up, but it was mostly pain that kept me awake, both knee and tooth. I couldn't find a position that my knee didn't hurt in, so I got up and put on the brace, thinking that might help, but no dice. So I got up and watched TV and surfed on the web 
for a while, waiting for Karen to get home.