Due to an exploding tooth--he doesn't know how it happened, but the dentist was drilling to fill a cavity, and the tooth flew to pieces--there's been a gap in my teeth for several months. Not a noticeable one, since the tooth was on the bottom and off to the side, but a gap nonetheless.
After a couple attempts to find a quick and economical way to fill said gap, both attempts having included excavations of the gum that were neither pretty nor painless, the dentist settled yesterday on a method involving electrical currents to shrink the gum back and make room for a crown; but, in order for there to be a crown, there must be something to build it on.
Thus the little piece of metal currently screwed into my gum.
Thus the Lorcet currently messing with my head, stomach, and work schedule.
I went to work yesterday all drugged up, and functioned enough to complete several tasks and to provide inadvertent entertainment to the Club kids. Had to stay three hours past closing, though, so the medication could wear off enough that I could drive safely. Those three hours were well spent, but they were also accomplished in a fog.
Ah, the joys of modern medicine, and drugs that remove the pain and the brain.