Well, after an hour-and-a-half at the dentist's office and an hour nap, I'm conscious again.

Man, is the dentist HORRIBLE! I mean, they do the best they can (tons of novacaine) but the combination of the close-quarters, the medieval looking instruments, and the sounds and smells. Gaa...

Anyway, I just had one small filling that had to be redone w/a tooth-color filling, so it was relatively simple.

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