Spent the better part of yesterday morning in a dental chair getting some long overdue work done. Had Xanax and Percocet to get me through the ordeal since dentists are on the very bottom of my list of people I ever want to have to spend time with unless they are NOT in their office. My mother used to take Xanax. She’d get up in the morning and take a half a pill and say, “I’m going to take this in case I get nervous today.” I don’t know how she did it. I could not have figured out how to open a twist top jar for most of yesterday. How do people function on that stuff? OMG!