January 20, 2006
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Having an old filling drilled out to be replaced by a crown is not my favorite way to start a day.
I hate going to the dentist. Hate it! I require a CD player, headphones, and nitrous oxide to get me through the ordeal. Having had all those, I managed to make it through, but am now waiting for my durn mouth to quit being numb. Ick! I also can't stand that creepy-crawly feeling as the Novocaine wears off.
Now I'm hungry, but daren't eat until my mouth has fully woken up again...tried eating with a numb mouth once - many, many years ago - and still recall the chewed up inside of my mouth I had to suffer through as a consequence.
Teeth! Bah. Humbug.
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Oh Poor Anne! I hate the dentist visits too...my dentist, I adore, what a sweet Christian man, on fire for the Lord, volunteers a lot of his time to care for those who can't afford it...but, I'd rather just go talk to him...not have him do wretched things to me!
Take it easy and treat yourself to some chocolate...you can just suck on it.
I hate having my teeth worked on, but I adore my whole dentist's office staff. Have yourself a nice bowl of icecream while your mouth wakes back up.
The crowned tooth is awake and mad at me. I suppose being drilled and packed and prodded and who knows what all makes a tooth (or at least what there is left of it) grumpy.
Rx from Dr. Kyriosity: Go to Dairy Queen. Buy milkshake. Chocolate. Malt optional.
Since there is a DQ a block away, that's a prescription I can have filled.
Oh, and top off with 800mg of Ibuprofen!
Pfft.
Try "No Teeth"
Then who'd be saying "Bah, Humbug"
Be thankful you didn't have to have this done, even 20 years ago. It's a far cry better, and you know it. Here I am having to fuss at you at a time like this. Now, stop it, mind you! (Next, you'll probably make some ridiculous post about how you'd rather go to the doctor ten times before you go to the dentist once.)
[grumpily] Oh, p'shaw, Brad. You're right, and you know what?
I. Don't. Care.
I don't live way back then...I live now. And I hate that horrible drill.
So boo to you, Mssr. Voice-of-Annoying-Reason!
All I can say is "Thank God for nitrous oxide".
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