I had three teeth pulled today. I trembled in the chair and tears slipped down both cheeks. I was afraid. Truly afraid. I was afraid of hurting really bad but I truly felt nothing once the very adept Specialist went to work. He and his assistant were Slavs of some ilk. His kind assistant said, "Heh is vury, vury guuut, you vill see. You dunt vurry, rilly...." She was right. The worst were the six shots of pain killer in the roof of my mouth...not guuut. Rock got my pain killer prescription filled, made me an awesome smoothie and homemade baked mac and cheese and popped a chick flick into the DVD player for me. How amazing to have Rock as my hubbie. Thank you Lord.