Weekend with Jilly McBean! Part 4

...and so Sunday afternoon--right after church, breakfast and all that business, Jill and I sat down to watch a movie.  I grabbed a handful of the accidental caramels I'd  wrapped up Saturday--planning on enjoying a few pieces before the vultures the boys snagged 'em all.  The first one I bit into, I felt pain.  Intense pain.  I managed to loosen the caramel from my teeth and spit it out.  Jill saw this and asked, "Oh mom... you have Chicklets!"  She didn't mind the half bit caramel that had been inside my mouth sitting in my hand.  It was all about the gum and she wanted a piece.  Sadly, that wasn't gum... that was what was left of a crappy crown I'd gotten a couple of years ago. 

When I told her what it was... she suggested that I put it under my pillow so I can it in for a dollar.  I smiled at the suggestion while thinking, "Well, it's a dollar that will go towards a $1000 dental bill, $999 left to go!"  

It was my grand luck that the nearest dentist had a cancellation on big procedure so I was promptly fit in first thing Monday morning.  Unfortunately, there had to be some repair work done which required numbing and nitrous.  Although  I've had extensive dental work done, I've turn into a nervous pile o' goo at the thought of fingers inside my mouth.... and pain.  I could have waited for sedation to be available... in pain, or suck it up and get 'er done.  I sucked it up. 

I left the dentist office feeling... happy.  Not a care in the world--at least, I found a happy place.  It was a perfect opportunity for staffing to call asking if I'd care to work that night.  I was all, "Sure, I'm available!"  It's been my history to feel like crap after going to the dentist... and true to form, I felt like crap--but I still had to work.