february 21 2007

I knew I couldn't ignore that dull pain in my jaw forever.
So I finally put my well paid for insurance to use and head down to the local dentist and awaited the bad news.
Why would it bad news? You might ask.
Well... I haven't been to a dentist in about
SIXTEEN YEARS
That's right, the last time I was in one of those chairs I was in high school and I was getting my braces taken off.
And here was the prognosis:

SIX CAVITIES
THREE BROKEN TEETH
(two of them broken off at the root)
ABCESS APLENTY
ADIOS WISDOM TEETH

And all I could do was laugh.
And smile.

The hygenist said "I've seen worse."

I laugh some more.

She said "you're taking this quite well."

What else could I do.
At least I'm fixing it now.
Plus, it makes for a good story.
Like this one.

The moral of this story:
Take care of teeth.
It's the only set you'll get.

And the next time you see me, cheeks puffed out and dazed from the Nitrous, smile and laugh.
In case I'm not able to.