I went to the dentist this afternoon to get that onlay installed. They had to give me two shots of novocaine to keep me from feeling the pain as they wrangled my tooth during the installation process. I needed two shots last time, too. Maybe I'm building a tolerance or something. Well, whatever. I don't think I really needed two shots -- but I did need more than one. So now the right side of my tongue feels like it's a bus and I've been living in fear of turning into a Bill Cosby comedy sketch because my lower right lip and right cheek is completely useless. My coworkers are laughing at my newly-acquired speech impediment. It's highly amusing for me to attempt to drink a ginger ale out of the can. I really should probably go find a straw, but I'm too worn out for the hunt.
I'm looking forward to being able to chew with both sides of my mouth again.