Good news, Bad news

Good news: I didn't need a crown.
Bad news: I haven't had a filling in about 25 years, and I'd forgotten how much it hurts.

Good news: I'll probably lose a couple of pounds because I really don't feel like eating.
Bad news: I can hardly open my mouth because my TMJ tends to flare up after holding my mouth open for an hour.

Good news: I've got lots of shows recorded that I can watch while I convalesce.
Bad news: I'm already sick of tv.

Good news: Asia is incredibly patient with me as I whine.
Bad news: The kids never understand that Mommy doesn't feel good.

Good news: My insurance paid for everything, including the second filling the dentist decided to do "Since I've got you in the chair..."
Bad news: The dentist decided to do a second filling.

Good news: I know I'll feel better in a couple of days.
Bad news: I'll probably gain back whatever weight I lose once I can eat again.

So there you have it.

My mouth really hurts.

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