Oh for Crying Out Loud You've Got to be Kidding!!

A couple of days ago my tooth started going south on me...way past the border.  I tried talking to it and encouraged it to be calm and serene but it was already offended.  It decided that 6 months of chemo was not right and it decided to leave town so I'm scheduled for a root canal on Friday morning.  Am taking every bit of Ibprofen that I dare as often as I can get away with.  Of course, the root canal is in lieu of having chemo on Friday.  Root canal or chemo?  Choosey people choose root canal.  Now there's context.  Apparently this adventure ain't over yet.  They say it ain't over till the fat lady sings - am hoping for some warbles to sound out soon.