We are feeling a little high and will be refering to ourselves in the third person because, turns out, it is amusing to do so when enjoying prescription pain meds a little too much.
We had three crowns unexpectedly done yesterday. Yes, three, and we don't reccomend anyone ever do that if they have a pulse. We strongly resemble a chipmunk WITH the mumps, and can't eat anything more textured than ramen noodles. Ramen noodles, turns out, tainted by the leftover dentist-y taste in one's mouth, are even less appetizing than formerly believed.
So how did this unfortunate occurance occur? We went in for a cleaning, knowing we needed to set up some appointments for said crowns, and the dentist said, "hey, I've actually got time right now, let's just do it!" Lyssa, who is a slow learner, turns out, said, "ok, just have me out of here in time to pick up my kids." And shortly thereafter we began to regret our hastiness immensely, and continue to do so for the next 24 hours.
Let this be a lesson to all who fall under the spell of overly chipper dentists. They are chipper because it is you and not they who are lying in the chair, turns out. Learn from our sad tale of woe. We will go have our chocolate now.