I keep waiting until I have the mental energy to write a really good post about what's going on. That doesn't seem to be happening. So, the short story is that this morning I had a second root canal. The first one was Wednesday evening after work. One of the local Honduran women at work was translating for me to make my appointment in the capital (thanks, Ben...), and she started telling me about her dentist in the next town over. The selling point was that most of her mouth has been reworked, and he did the work. It looks natural. So, next day I asked her to make me an appointment with her dentist and cancel the other one and that evening after work I was sitting in his chair. This morning he did the tooth next to that one, and on Wednesday I go back. Guess I'll be doing this Wednesday/Saturday thing for a few weeks. It's time. No real pain, and most of the trauma is mental. He got some pills for me to take this time. Next time I'll take 2 instead of one. It helped, but I need to be further away from reality while he works. Again, no pain, just my dislike of anything dental related. Which is why I need so much work now.
I haven't forgotten the picture of the afghan. It will happen soon.