Slice of Chaotic Life

Tomorrow is the day I am scheduled for my visit to the dental surgeon. There is no information, just a postcard, so I don’t know whether they are going to explore the tooth and have me come back later, but since they have the X-ray I assume they will try to go through with the procedure: Drill a hole into my upper jaw where the root of the infected tooth is, and remove the small pus-filled chamber. This seems kind of risky, in the “bacteria and blood don’t go well together” way. I generally feel that my health is important, but not worth dying for. Hopefully it won’t come to that.

I kind of feel obliged to inform you of any extraordinary risks I know of beforehand. That said, the <a href=”https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.azumio.android.stresscheck” target=”_blank”>Azumio Stress Check app for Android</a> measures my stress level to 2%, which I suppose is about as low as you come without entering Nirvana (of Buddha fame, not of Kurt Cobain fame.)

And of course we can take comfort in the thought: “Why worry about tomorrow when you may die tonight?”