Root canal ~ma to you, Teppy. It sucks but it's better than dying of a brain infection.

I prefer to think of it that way, too.

Also, mah mouf ish numb.

It wasn't painful; just really long. The oral surgeon was really hesitant to prescribe painkillers for me, and kept telling me I could take ibuprofen. I finally told him, "Look, I will be more comfortable knowing I have pain medicine if I need it, because this is a 3-day weekend. If I have pain over the weekend, including Monday, when YOUR OFFICE IS CLOSED, I won't have anything. I don't think it's unreasonable to need pain medication after an invasive dental procedure on a tooth that's been having serious pain for close to 8 months."

He relented and wrote me an Rx for Tylenol w/codeine. I may *not* need it; lots of people have told me that they didn't need drugs after their root canal. But like I said, I'd rather have them and not take them, than need them over a 3-day weekend when I can't get them. Jesus. He acted like I was asking for an 8-ball or something.

I think I am going to have a mooshy lunch, bake cookies, and then take a nap. God knows I ain't going back outside when it's already 95 degrees at noon.

Glad it's over and it wasn't painful. Hope you get a bit of rest, Steph.

I have 2 damn more appointments for the crown to finish it off, so it's not totally over, but the part I was dreading is over.

I have crappy teeth and have had 5 root canals. Not a fun experience, but not totally horrible. I never thought to ask for painkillers and I totally should have.

I lived in Chelsea and didn't even see Ethan Hawke!

I forgot to mention, when T & G were living in Chelsea and I hung out there a lot, Ethan Hawke used to come into my favorite coffee place a bunch, and sit near me. (Well the place is tiny, everybody sits near each other.) It used to piss me off, because he would be all magnanimous about getting recognized and having his picture taken, and welcome people to his neighborhood, and T. would laugh at me getting all rageface. "You don't actually live here," he'd remind me. "You can't afford to live here. He can and he does."

Whatever! The people at that coffee place knew me by name and I didn't even have to pay all the time. I was a "regular." Just because I live 500 miles away and don't have a job in NY. Details...

I also saw Anthony Bourdain at Chelsea Market a couple of times, but I was afraid to make eye contact.

Happy it went well, Tep.

That's weird that he was so reluctant to prescribe painkillers after a root canal. Most dentists Rx them as a just in case palliative as a matter of course; my dentists have said pretty much what you said to him; you may not need them, but it's better to have and not need, than vice versa.

Nobody gave me painkillers after my root canal, and in fact I tried to go back to work and then realized I couldn't concentrate and went home.

Oh! I forgot! I HAVE seen Steven Tyler, at the Plaza Art Fair a few years ago. Apparently he makes and sells ceramics of giant pouty-lipped fishes.

Chew on that, O therapists.

Ha! I would probably buy one of those. The only place I have seen Steven Tyler is in concert. Which was super fun but not a celebrity encounter.

Amyth, yeah, I could see how you would be. He seems moody.