Happy fifth anniversary to Amy and me! I guess the fact that it doesn’t seem anything like five years is testament to how much we enjoy one another’s company. Amy, choosing to spend my life with you was the best decision I’ve ever made. I feel that as strongly today as I did the day we met.
The greatness of the day much dampened by excruciating pain emanating from my upper right molar. Can’t eat anything but soup, can’t even let my uppers and lowers touch. Talking is difficult. Couldn’t sleep last night for the pain. Saw an endodontist this morning, turns out the nerve is dead and complications abound. Good thing that crown I got a couple of weeks ago was temporary, since the dentistas con drillistos are going back into the hole. Can’t get a root canal until Tuesday. It’s going to be a long three days on an antibiotic regimen, plus generous doses of ibuprofen and vicodin.
Oh, and it’s Mom’s birthday. And Friday 13th. Strange days.
Congratulations to you and Amy! I wish I had made it to your wedding. The world sure was a different place five years ago.
Happy anniversary, and hope you feel better soon. :)