The picture says it all.

I started last week (Monday) with the news that, six months after surgery, I’m cancer free.  Monitoring will continue.

Wednesday, I made an unscheduled visit to the dentist.  A moderately sore tooth would need a root canal.  The procedure is scheduled for this Friday.

On Thursday, that tooth pain had gone from moderate to nearly unbearable.  I started taking an antibiotic per the dentist’s instruction.

By Friday, the pain had subsided slightly.  I had a telephone conversation with the endodontist’s office.  The specialist I talked with gave me pointers on how to manage the pain.  It works!

Endodontist . . . how’s that for a job?  Nothing but root-canal procedures.  I can think of worse ways to make a living.

I had a class at university with a girl whose father was a proctologist.  When asked what her father did for a living she’d say, “He’s a can opener.”  I suppose the language has changed and that answer no longer makes sense.  Or has it?