I snapped some shots of Scott in his hospital gown, but I fear the retribution I would suffer if I were to post them here.
As if the bad news wasn't enough, Scott underwent a two-hour root canal yesterday evening. The dentist wanted to quit halfway through and schedule another appointment, but Scott made funny noises and produced spittle in such a way as to convey that stopping was not an option. At one point I wandered into the room to see how Scott was faring. The dentist said, "You should feel sorry for me, not him. Me. I deserve cookies." Frankly, I think the thousands of dollars in insurance payments that the doc has received are payment enough. Thank goodness for medical and dental benefits.