Ok, well, not as many anymore. I had a root canal this morning, and while it wasn't the horrific experience it is rumored to be, it isn't real high on my list of fun things to do. I got to spend most of an hour listening to our dentist be funny (which he is) and think of wisecrack replies that I either couldn't say because there were too many hands in my mouth or I just couldn't form the words with my numb tongue.
Our subjects this morning ranged from Marie Curie, to Idaho, to Hemmingway and other authors, Wikipedia, and I'm not even sure what else. And no, it wasn't just the gas, although he did have me pretty floaty when he stuck the big needle in but he turned it way down.
So I do have to go back for a crown, because there is a fracture in the rest of the tooth. He thinks that may be how the infection started in the first place - which is actually kind of nice to know, since I've been having the "how? why?" internal discussion with myself.
So now there is a little less of me than there was last week - minus one nerve (in my ankle) and one root (from my tooth). Wish that could translate to a few pounds on the scale...