We're Seeing the Dentist a Little Too Regularly

Don's extraction site continued to give him trouble through the weekend and all day yesterday. He was not supposed to be seen by the dentist until tomorrow but I called and asked if he could see him sooner which, of course, he could. In defense of our dentist, he did graciously offer to see Don on Sunday, but Don refused his offer...he'd rather suffer. So today, in a deluge of rain like we haven't seen in months, we set out for the appointment. The diagnosis...dry socket. The dentist packed it with something "hairy", put a covering over the hairy stuff, and voila...Don is himself. For the first time since last week, he's comfortable, and pleasant!!! When we left the office the streets were terribly flooded, so much so that cars were stalled all over the place. The trusty Suburban got us through in no time. Don has another appointment for a recheck on Friday, hopefully that will be the end of that.