I had a sore place on my gum a couple of weeks ago. Actually, it was way up above my gums, about even with the bottom of my nose and over to the right a little ways. So when I got back from Louisville that Monday I got an appointment with the dentist Tuesday. He looked at it, took an x-ray, said the tooth under the big knot had to go, wrote me a prescription for some antibiotics, charged me $87. I made another appointment to get the tooth pulled last Thursday. Then I went to Chester W.V. with a van load and brought another load of skidded coils back and dropped them at the yard. They have to unload them at the shop and reload them on a flatbed so they can unload them in Lynchburg. They didn't have anything last Monday, so I sat at home smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo. I called in Tuesday and still had nothing. They called Wednesday and said "we got you a load of pipes going up to somewhere around Lancaster, Pa. with a return load in Wellsville, Pa. going to Prince George,Va." So I said "that's too bad, I'm going to have this tooth extracted tomorrow." So that's what I did. It was the next tooth past my eye tooth, before the molar. I've had molars pulled before because my wisdom teeth were pushing against them, and I didn't want to have the wisdom teeth taken out because they're in there upside down, sideways, and everything else- the dentist didn't want to go after them either. The molars didn't hurt near as bad as the one I had pulled Thursday. He gave me two shots, one in the gum and the other on the inside, up in the roof of my mouth. He said "this one's gonna hurt", and it did. He gave the novocaine a few minutes to work and then came back in and started to pull the tooth, slow and easy like. He stopped and said "you ok?" I said "ummm-hmmmm". Meanwhile I was about to pull the armrests off the chair, and I could feel a tear drop rolling down my right cheek. He finally got it out, and showed it to me. He said it had an extra root that most teeth didn't have, and he worked it out slow and easy so he wouldn't break the roots off, because that would have been a real problem. Then he renewed the antibiotic prescription for another week, wrote one for pain medicine, and charged me $120. So, Sunday I took off for someplace just south of Harrisburg, Pa. on 83 with a load of pipes, then picked up a load of aluminum logs in Wellsville, took them to Prince George, unloaded Monday night, picked up lumber in Moneta Tuesday going to Fairview, Pa. and unloaded there yesterday morning. I picked up a single 44,000lb. coil in Farrell,Pa. going to Salem,Va. Got down to Troutville, Va. last night and went to bed, feeling fine. Then I woke up about 2am this morning sweating like a pig- and the truck was off and it was 35 degrees. So I sat there until a little after 3, feeling like crap. Finally I said "i'm going to the house- if i'm going to get sick i'd rather do it there." So that's what I did, went to Concord and got in the pickup and went home. Todd came in right after I got there, around 4am. I told him the situation and he said "you did the right thing, go on home". I feel better now, but nowhere near 100%. I drank 2 cups of coffee this morning with no ill affects, but haven't eaten anything since last night, and don't want anything.