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 PMSon of a bitch. Sorry to hear about this.
So...... Happy V-Day!?!
Posted by: Krista at February 14, 2007 9:45 PMGood luck with the root canal work!
Posted by: Ameloblast at February 15, 2007 3:35 PMThat better not be your cat on the turntable...
But I digress.
Aspirin. All my toothaches go away with lots and lots of aspirin. Washed down with liquor.
Whence your angry tooth cometh?
David
Posted by: David Beard at February 16, 2007 9:55 AMNo, I still don't have a turntable. But, I probably would put my cat on it if I did. Isn't washing down a bottle of asprin with liquor also a good way to get oneself hospitalized for attempted suicide? I think I'll go with the root canal for now. I have no idea why my teeth are turning on me. Best I can guess is it's trauma from an old car accident.
Posted by: sk at February 16, 2007 10:53 AMLimit the aspiring intake. Then, you are suicide-free!
David
Posted by: David Beard at February 21, 2007 10:10 AM