a.m. Dentist

Well, the molar is gone. The valium worked like magic. Son was pure goo under its spell. Even the dentist was surprised. He felt insecure about this working at all since Son was so resistant to getting any work done at all last time. If I had known the dentist didn't really think the valium was going to work, I would have been a lot more worried that I was. But it did. Son actually fell asleep in the chair at one point (or so I was told, I was in the waiting room) and he didn't realize that the dentist pulled the tooth when he did.

Son asked the dentist if he really had to pull the tooth, and the dentist said, "I already did!" Smooth... The only hard part was afterwards. Son was mighty angry about his mouth being numb, so he was unpleasant for about an hour.

The tooth look bad. The filling cut through the center, and at the edge on the side of the tooth a little hole had rotted out. One of the roots had rotted all the way down and the other root had a hole in it as well. I'm so glad that thing is out of his head. I'm so glad it's finished.

Now on to the more difficult task: Trying to convince him to finish his homework. Yes, I think it's easier pulling teeth.