For all kinds of reasons  I didn't take care of that tooth problem.  Some reasons were absolutely valid -- (Really!  I swear they were!) -- and some so thoroughly weak that even I knew I was just plain chicken --(Buckbuckbuckbuckbu-u-uck!) but the result is the same.

Who knew you could get instantaneous service at the big dental place?  All it took was a call there and answering the young receptionist's question with the information that my cheek and undereye get in the way of my seeing other things and BOOM!   The choice was either get into the office pronto or get myself directly to the emergency room where the dental office would probably send me anyway.  I chose the dental office, but prepared for the emergency room and the possibility that I'd end up staying there for a while.  I've been fooled by that emergency room trick before.  They say "ER", but they mean you'll be eating bad hospital food for days and you'll probably leave with less of you than you went in with.

Thanks to having to go in to the dentist on an "emergency" basis, I didn't get to see my regular dentist, Dr. Ladykiller.  He did zip in and frown into my mouth at the request of Dr. Young-Yikes!, but Dr. Young-Yikes! is clearly in charge.  She's the one who warned me to take ALL of the antibiotics ON TIME and to go to the hospital if that doesn't work.  She's the one who told me that she didn't want to scare me, but my eye is at some risk and if the infection gets into that, the next desination for the infection is my brain.  She succeeded in impressing me with the seriousness of my situation, a task which intense pain hadn't been able to do.  She failed in her quest not to scare me, though.  I'm pretty fond of my eye and I'm so fond of my brain that my eye is jealous of it.  The potential that it will be invaded did the trick.  Yes, she scared me.

Monday morning Dr. Dr. Young-Yikes!-Husband and I are meeting at 9:30 and Dr. Dr. Y-Y!-H will inflict untold pain upon me.  I intend to be in Madison in my art class at 9 AM on Tuesday morning, but Young-Yikes! was skeptical that I'll make it there.

All of this hasn't changed my weekend plans beyond adding a baker's dozen of yucky capsules large enough to choke a horse into my menu.  I have a Tuesday class to prepare for.  I have vanishing points to identify, value studies to do, and sketch journal pages to fill.

Oh, yeah.  And some high octane pain pills to make it all possible.  Oh yeahhhhhh...