OK, the surgery isn't fun, but I look forward to coming home, feeling sorry for myself, fixing a meal that has no nutritional value but lots of comfort, then going to bed in the middle of the day and sleeping until the next day, or watching really pointless daytime TV before going to bed.

They've ruined it. I went to the dentist, who sent me to an oral surgeon. He gave me some pain killer. This part usually hurts like hell, but it was so delicate, it didn't hurt any more than if he through cotton balls at me. I was somewhat relieved. There was some discomfort when he shoved a wedge in my mouth to open it wider, but I was able to live with it. The tooth came out with no problems. Then he pressed on the abcess to get some of the pus out, and that really hurt, but not for long.

My complaint is that medicine has progressed so much that it's quick and painless. I didn't feel sorry for myself. I'm not even tired. The fun part has been removed. I want to mope, and there's nothing to mope about. Damn it. I feel fine.