Yank!

So I had my consultation today with the oral surgeon. I'm looking at over a grand to get the fucking broken tooth out. Apparently he wants to remove those 2 remaining wisdom teeth while he's in there fucking around with this broken one. And I have to go under which blows. I'll need to recruit someone from here to sit in the lobby for 90 minutes and drive me home after the surgery. How the hell am I going to do that? I don't know anyone here. The good news is that there is no rush...since the remaining portion of the tooth that is left in my mouth is dead from root canal. I feel like my life here is like Groundhog Day. Every day I get up ready to tackle the world and I walk 2 feet and a piano falls on my head.