Confession: Sometimes I'll take a rest any way I can get it.
This picture is not me. It is of some poor soul getting a shot in their mouth, presumably to prepare them for a dental procedure of some kind. It may have been root canal. So, why is this picture here? Well, I had root canal yesterday. I'm not gonna lie and say it was fun. It was awkward and pressure filled, and man is my mouth sore today. But, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would it be. Aside from the ouchy stuff, when was the last time I got to stay in a reclining position for an hour and a half without someone coming in and saying "mom I need this" or "mom where's my that"... ?
So while the dentist was poking and prodding and drilling and filing, geez, it sounds a lot worse now, I just sat and tried to relax. I closed my eyes. I went to my happy place. Which by the way, is a world where I am a best-selling author, and not a struggling freelance writer.
I should use this time to tell you that I did in fact need this procedure. It wasn't like I just decided it would be a good way to get a two hour break from the kids. For that I'd make up something much worse, like maybe, shingles. Nobody wants to come near someone with shingles, right? That would certainly buy me a couple of days at least.
All in all it wasn't terrible. The grinding noise is a little jarring. There were the constant calls of open your mouth wider. No, wider. But, hey, who doesn't hear that at home on a Saturday night, right? (Sorry mom). Now somebody pass the Percocet please.