But not a cool movie.  It would be a Lifetime movie.

If my wife wanted to, she could kill me.  She might already be in process, but I haven’t caught on yet.  I’m going to have to keep my eye on her.

I’ve got this tooth issue going on.  One of my molar type teeth look like this:

Just with less leaves.

This happened about a week ago.  The pain was not immediate nor enormous.  It felt like almost nothing a week ago.  But, it has progressed in a kind of parabola, moving from almost nothing to just about unbearable to almost nothing again and back and forth and back and forth.

Now it has pretty much leveled out, it just leveled out on the wrong end of the scale.

It’s pretty bad right now, but the dentist is tomorrow.  I am in, now, what I would designate as very discomfort.  My wife likes to offer me drugs when I am in discomfort.  There’s always some kind of pain medication lying around and it seems like I am always in some kind of pain, what with the frigging migraines and such.  She has no problem saying, “Here.  Take this.  You’ll feel better.”  If I ask what it is, she usually says, “Don’t worry about it.  Just take it.”

She could easily kill me.

This was supposed to be posted on Sunday when I wrote it, but you know… the drugs.