Oh no... not again...

( The title is actually a reference. )

Anyway... after Christmas, I noticed a molar was sensitive to both hot and to cold. That's a bad sign and sure enough, I got a root canal. This involves the dentist drilling, two trips to the endodontist for the canal itself, another trip to the dentist with more drilling, and a final trip to the dentist for the crown to be glued in.

On a post-final trip to have the crown adjusted, I casually asked the dentist, "So, when can I expect the pressure and temperature sensitivity to go away?"

I was informed that there could be no temperature sensitivity in that tooth, as there was no nerve there to detect it. A round of X-rays later and I was told there might be a problem with the tooth behind the tooth with the root canal. Or it could just be the whole root canal thing caused my gums to recede a little, and I should floss carefully for a week or so and see if it goes away.

It's been a week or so. It's still cold-sensitive and, in an experiment I've been putting off performing, I swished some warm coffee over it this morning. Ow. Not OW!!!, but still, Ow.

I am not amused.

Peripheral vision is your friend

As long as I'm posting...

We got snow here. On Saturday and Sunday. It was pretty warm both days, quite near freezing, and that made it easy to clean off one's car. If, indeed, one chose to do so.

A UMD senior, "M.M.", chose not to do so. And then I can only assume she forgot about needing to clean off her windshield entirely and so, when running late to class and pressed for time, she only cleared off half of it.

Let me add that we're talking a good solid, opaque inch of snow here, not a film of ice that you might be able to peer through.

Thus, M.M. did not see the car stopped at the stop sign to her right when she pulled into a wide right turn. I, on the other hand, saw her quite clearly but, being stopped, couldn't get out of the way before she ground her car into the front-left corner of mine.

"I can't get into an accident until next Monday!" A quote from our Future of America. Monday, she would be off of Daddy's insurance, with her own new car. Daddy might not get her the car now!

As it turns out, Daddy is less than thrilled at the idea of paying for M.M.'s little fender-bender with increased insurance rates for the next three years. So unthrilled, in fact, that he's offered to pay for the $1600 worth of repairs to my car out-of-pocket. And not by giving me the money, but rather by giving the money to the auto body shop - so if the repairs do go over the estimate, I won't get shafted.

I do, of course, have M.M.'s insurance info and driver's license number. Because I might like to think the best of people, but I'm not an idiot.

No updates on the future of M.M.'s new wheels.