I have an almost pathologic dislike of doctors. I don't go unless I'm near death. I take the kids like clockwork and make husband go (hypocrite that I am). When I had the back surgeries in Sept, I decided it was time to grow up and be a "responsible adult", take care of this body that obviously is getting a bit on the worn side. Started with the dentist since I knew there were issues. Since November, we've seen each other all too frequently. We're on a first name basis now. My new pal blessed me with a root canal this evening, and I am not loving it. Oh. My. Gosh. He made it sound so simple. "I go in, clean out the root, pack it with rubber, blah, blah, blah." I'm thinking not more complicated than a filling, right? Never knew I could be so wrong. I think he *must've* drilled into my brain. I am such a baby!! And can anyone explain why a person who is perfectly capable of administering multiple medications on a pretty complicated schedule to 2 kids is incapable of remembering to take 1 antibiotic pill 3 times a day?? I mean, the bottle is sitting in front of my computer screen, which *I* sit in front of at least 10 hours a day... what is up with that??? I think a glass of wine is called for - alcohol kills germs, right????