Buffalo. Chicken. Nachos.
As I’m typing this, I’m hungry.
See, two days ago I had a root canal. Not the first one on this particular tooth, no. The second one.
I think the first one was about oh, 10 years ago. Yep, that long. It started bothering me again probably 3 or 4 years ago and, yes, I did go to the dentist and he gave me antibiotics, etc. But, I knew.
This tooth is an asshole. Why do I procrastinate?
The time between the pain became excruciating and after I had the root canal, I couldn’t eat.
Not even these nachos.
When I got home I knew I had to eat something with my antibiotics/pain killers (I hate those), so I forced myself to chew some saltines on the right side of my mouth. Ugh. Then came the nausea. Nausea is a bitch.
Thank you, Zofran. You’re my new BFF.
I’m now two days out from my root canal and feeling so much better and can’t wait for dinner.
I need food.