This Valentine's Day I went to see my new dentist. Some of you may recall that several of the dentists at my old clinic tried to kill me. So, I have a new dentist now at a new clinic. I got a quick polish and a few X-rays. The new dentist asked, "Have you had braces?" No. "Have you been hit in the face recently?" Oh stop you're making me blush, I said. Wait, I've been asked this before.... SON OF A BITCH.
Countdown to my next root canal begins today. Avoid me on February 28th--I'm probably going to be really cranky. This time it's the tooth right next to the one that took me to hell and back. At least this one doesn't hurt. At least not yet. I guess that's what happens when your dentist believes you the first time you say, "I think there might be something wrong with my tooth" instead of sending you home with a bottle of Valium and orders to relax.Posted by me at February 14, 2007 7:28 PM