“I can’t believe you’re on vacation again.” That was my boss speaking to me Friday. I’m with him.
After a week and a half off and three days on I’m off again this week!
The real culprit is longevity. With 25 years in I get four weeks of vacation, two more for working holidays, and a few scattered here and there for times I’m asked to fill-in on weekends or odd hours.
I went to bed a little sensitive but woke up at the George Clooney level of sensitivity. By 9:00 AM I was on-the-phone to the dentist and in the chair around 3:00 PM.
You can’t call out sick while on vacation. Life goes on. I am typing with one hand while holding an ice pack with the other.
The problem isn’t a recent root canal but the bite that was left. One point was too high. Every time I bit down there was minor trauma. I felt nothing but the tooth was keeping score.
Alas, it’s all cumulative. Last night the tooth said “enough.”
The work took a few minutes. Bill, my dentist, says I should be fine in a few days. Hopefully he’s right as always.
Helaine and I are heading to New York City tomorrow for a quick visit. Even in NYC walking around with an ice pack stands out.