This should be a fun...
This morning: 2 mile trip to the bus stop. 20 degrees. No problem. Quite comfy, actually.
This is the Nat'l Weather Service outlook for the day. FYI I'm starting IN Kansas City, then going south of it:
TODAYS PRECIPITATION SHOULD BE IN THE FORM OF SNOW IN AREAS NORTH OF LINE FROM KANSAS CITY TO BOONVILLE MISSOURI. FREEZING RAIN...SNOW OR SLEET CAN BE EXPECTED IN AREAS TO THE SOUTH OF THIS LINE.
I'm leaving at 1:00 or so, which should be right in the in the middle of the "storm".
I'm going to take the mid-day bus to Lamar & MartWay, then ride a few miles to have two back-to-back dental appointments. One with an endodontist (Root Canal!) and then another with my normal dentist (getting a ceramic post and cap put on a broken tooth).
Then I get to ride 6 miles or so back home on what will either be ice or slush. After a root canal. I'll need to check the rulebooks to see if commuting on a mountain bike 8 miles through ice or slush after having a root canal is worth more total points than commuting through 16 miles of foot-and-a-half deep snow on a Pugsley, but I think I might be more hardcore than Doug today. Just today, though. Ye gods, that guy gets a lot of miles.
Now, I'm faced with an interesting dilemma. I suffer from a rather odd and severe case of trypanophobia. I'm talking about not even being able to watch someone get a shot or blood drawn. Even on television. I have to avert my eyes. I can't even stand it when people (even my wife) mess with the veins in the pit of my elbow. Writing about this is making my pulse quicken and my palms sweat. When I broke my face in March and needed a Tetanus booster, 3 people had to hold me down. When I had to get the roof of my mouth cut open to attach an orthodontic bracket to an un-descended tooth, I had them do it with only topical benzocaine. Yes, the scalpel hurt, but it was better than getting stuck and injected with Novocaine.
I know the root of my tooth is dead, and I'd bet most of the nerve tissue is dead with it. It probably wouldn't be too bad. Or would it? Dare I tell the endodontist to eschew the needle and just go to town reaming out the remnants of my tooth sans local anesthesia? My skin is crawling thinking about it either way. What's funny is I don't mind the dentist at all. I've never had a cavity. I had crooked teeth (and had braces) and now I have two gimpy teeth thanks to my bike wreck. Even getting them capped, I had no problem with the dentist. It's just the needles.
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