Dental Damned: Epilogue

I had a root canal, a long, grueling, expensive, nerve-wrapping-around-the-drill-bit-like-spaghetti-on-a-fork root canal. The silver lining was a prescription for Vicodin. If I take a couple on the way to the bar, I won’t technically be drinking on an empty stomach. Let the good times roll.

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