Poor, Poor Pitiful Me

Tomorrow is the oral surgeon's second shot at putting in a bloody abutment.  (The abutment itself won't be bloody...  You know what I mean.)  I am steeling myself for the agony that is one set of the anesthetic injections.  Already having to pay for all this twice, I'm punting on having myself knocked out.  Thirty, forty-five seconds, maybe?  I did it before...