At the dentist I was pretty nervous. The last tooth I had pulled had finally caused me to abandon my old dentist, who everyone had said was awful, but I really didn't get it until that last tooth. He spent about 40 minutes trying to pull that wisdom tooth out before he finally succeeded, but by then the tooth was in several pieces and the back of my jaw was shredded. I ended up with a dry socket and it was painful for a long time.
This new guy was great. Got me really numbed up, a couple of strong wiggles (with two other people holding my head and jaw) and it was out. I think the whole thing took 10-15 minutes, with most of that me waiting for the numbing to set in. This time I actually filled the scrip for the pain meds with the one for antibiotics. I figured the antibiotics couldn't hurt because I was still getting over the last little bits of the lung thing and I was still concerned about another dry socket. After the scrips were filled I took one of each, and I was off to lala land while Heather drove us back to Cruces.
After the third pain pill I was done with those and switched over to ibuprofen, not good, but good enough. We left Las Cruces on Thursday, heading east.
Our trip was almost cut short when in El Paso a white F150 decided it needed our lane more than we did. After changing lanes, regaining control of the car, and a few curse words my next instinctual reaction was to flip the gentleman off. Being instinctual, and me being right handed, I attempted this with said right hand. Of course my middle finger could no longer support this endeavor, so I ended up making some sort of weird claw fist shaking thing at him, which to be honest, I think confused him more than anything. Heather at least tried not to laugh.
In west Texas a semi blew out a tire about 150 yards in front of us, blowing bits and big chunks of tire all over the roadway. Leave those semis lots of room! The car got 19 mpg from Las Cruces to Van Horn, then 20 from there to Ft Stockton, a first. We did have a little tailwind, but still. We had dinner again in Kerrville at the Floating Dragon, just before closing, then continuing on into San Antonio. The Drury rooms were pretty reasonably priced, I guess because of the construction, which began promptly at 8a.
The hotel construction was the most effective wake up call we've received, and after a long day before, we really needed it. After a good breakfast at Pancake Joe's we were back on the road, all the way to the Buc-Ees east of San Antonio.
In one go we continued all the way through Houston to the Bucc-ees on the east side in Baytown, following the Buc-Ees archipelago across the hostile waters of Texas. While driving we talked about buying the boat outside of Houston almost exactly three years ago.
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