Good news and bad news from today's visit.
The bad news, I developed dry socket. I've heard lots of horror stories about it, especially . . . THE PASTE (which I always picture them saying in hoarse whispers, LOL). People said it hurt just a little less than childbirth. Well, I'm here to say: either they had a really bad case of this, or childbirth isn't nearly as painful as it looks on TV. I mean, it hurt, but a gallbladder attack hurt worse. This was more like a really really bad abcess tooth. Which is still under a gallbladder attack as far as pain goes, at least to me. And THE PASTE wasn't that bad. It's made from clove derivative and covers the bone or nerves so that it can heal. It's not the most pleasant thing I've ever tasted, and it smells strongly, but it tastes like clove cigarettes (do they even make those anymore?), and, since I have nothing but positive memories of those, this does not bother me. I imagined it tasted vaguely of strawberries and rubber, and that would stink, but this is tolerable. Anything is more tolerable than pain.
The good news in all this? I took advantage of being numb to acquire some hot Krispy Kreme donuts. If you're going to eat after eating very little for 9 days, it needs to be something decadent, right? Plus, they're soft, no sharp edges to scrape sore teeth, and they melt. Soooooo goood.
(UPDATED: THE PASTE does not taste so hot 3 hours later. It tastes a bit like one's mouth tastes after smoking a clove cigarette, after the clove wears off. It just tastes like a cigarette now. Still not worth uttering the name in a horrified tone, but a bit nasty. But I can say, my mouth does not hurt. I'll smell like an ashtray mouth to be pain-free.)