There is an old saying that goes “good things come to those who wait.”  Well, it just so happens that all I was waiting for was my current Netflix DVD.  I don’t have the patience to deal with a streaming set-up.  I’ve been waiting for over a week for my movie.  I can’t remember what movie is supposedly on the way.  It doesn’t matter because I know I have nothing but 4 star titles in my queue.  They should all be winners.  Football is over, so I was really looking forward to watching my movie this week end, but instead what arrived on Friday was a stunning tooth ache.  It really fucking hurts.  So whoever came up with this supposedly sage adage can just kiss my ass.  Ok, sorry.   If the author of this sage adage is someone in the Bible, I am sorry.  I don’t mean to piss you off.  But the pain is fucking excruciating.  Well now I’m embarrassed.  I dropped the “f-bomb” twice here.  Anyone who knows me knows I just don’t throw down that word without reason though.  Well, anyone who has become acquainted with me since college, or maybe ten years after college, would never hear me say that word.  Ok, maybe I slipped up a couple of times at work.  To be absolutely clear, I know I have never used the “f” word when having a conversation with my mother or Father O’Neil.  So there are people out there that know I never use that word.

Anyway back to my tooth ache.  Of course it had to jump-start on Friday evening so I had to suck it up the entire week end.  Luckily my dentist was able to work me in Monday morning. But what a douche-nozzle.  A set of X-rays revealed nothing, he said he couldn’t find anything wrong, and at first wasn’t even sure which tooth was responsible for my pain.  Now as I have explained in the past, I’m not a complainer, at least that was true for the most part before I retired.  Now that that has happened and I have all this time on my hands, I have come to notice there are a lot of things out there that are screwed up, and I don’t mean just here and there.  I mean all over the place.  And as you will find out some day if you are lucky enough to experience the autumn of your life, you will feel the need to establish your place in the domain of the aged, which is basically a large proselytizing platform where old people at least try and seem wise by offering their opinions.  And those can be characterized by a few to be complaints I suppose, but bite my shorts if you actually think that mine are unworthy of consideration.  You have to be some kind of pompous prick to think what I think doesn’t count for anything.

I asked my dentist if he thought I was a pansy or hypochondriac or something, which I assure you I am not.  This, as I said, was some pretty  intense pain and right then I didn’t appreciate the innuendo.  He heaved a big sigh, and after banging and poking around a bit to elicit the proper level of screaming, he said he had a bead on my problem.  He removed and replaced a filling in a back molar and said he was hopeful that would fix the problem.

Well, guess what?  It didn’t.  I have to tell you I am really tired, tired in every sense of the word tired.  I can’t sleep.  You better believe though that I am not the type to just sit around staring into space when there is a problem to solve.  My father was extremely resourceful, and that trait was handed down to me in spades.  I am pretty sure I have some tools around here that will be all I need to take care of this tooth problem once and for all.  I even have some cool, official-like dental tools I picked up at a garage sale.  The picture above right is what they look like.  But if you look closely, I think you would have to agree these tools would provide way too much poking and not enough prying for my needs. I remember an ice skate blade and a rock seemed to have worked out fairly well for Tom Hanks when he was stranded on that island for a number of years.  I have plenty of rocks laying around that I am pretty sure would do nicely, but nothing in the way of an ice skate blade.  Just my luck we got rid of an old pair of my daughter’s skates only last summer at our yard sale.  Did’t even make anything on them.  Just gave them away.  But I have all sorts of tools in my shop, so I set aside a few of them to show you I am not kidding and alert you to the fact that I do mean business.  The picture above is what they look like.  Oh look!  I think I found just what I need.  Look at this last picture.  It seems to me this would serve my purpose pretty well.  This and my hammer-drill should do the trick.  What do you think?   I’ll let you know how it all turns out.