I'm still not exactly sure how I managed to fubar the whole thing. It's like all of a sudden, none of the scenery looked like it was supposed to look and I began driving using my non-existent psychic abilities. I felt like I was a deaf person playing Marco Polo in the pool. Suffice to say, I didn't make the appointment. That meant that in addition to feeling like a complete ass, it had to be rescheduled and there was no open slot until the 24th. I guess it's not a huge big deal since there's no pain involved, but I live in minor terror of getting a piece of food lodged in there. I can't even figure out how deep the gap is with my tongue and since the chip is on the inner-back side of the tooth, it's impossible to get a look at it. I'd feel much better about the whole thing if there were simply some way to plug up the hole so nothing weird can go wrong with it.
I also had some pain issues last night which have stretched on to this morning, which led to the current all-nighter. Things had been going okay with the boost on the fentanyl, and this is the first significant long duration breakthrough pain I've had. It was inevitable really. It's not like I really expected that extra 24 micrograms to make a huge difference in the end.
Since I can't sleep, I've been watching episodes of Gordon Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares, the US version. I had caught a few episodes of the UK version of the show watching BBC America. I'm not sure exactly what it is, but even the most inane shows are sort of entertaining when you're watching limeys doing it. In addition to Kitchen Nightmares, I've been watching Cash in the Attic, Bargain Hunt, and Dragons' Den. There's nothing exactly stellar about the shows, though the concepts are often interesting. Maybe I just find it remarkable that there are actually people who talk like Mary Poppins.