Recovery mode

This morning I went to the dentist's office. He took one look at the missing filling and said the tooth had to come out. I needed that like I needed another hole in my head. The people in the office were as nice as could be especially the dental assistant who used to live in Ozark, Missouri. I now have a big hole in my jaw, but surprisingly the Novocaine has worn off and there is not a lot of pain. The rest of the day I'm under doctor's orders to take it easy, like I needed a doctor to tell me that. He obviously doesn't understand my definition of 'retired'.