The basic problem is that I’m in the middle of a two-day session with the dentist. Today’s stuff went fine (new crown put in, finally), and tomorrow’s is going to be fine, too – only I really don’t like going to the dentist, so it makes me all itchy-titchy and so forth. I’ll be happy when this is actually over, so that I can go back to not thinking about the sound of the drill.
Yeah, I know. Screaming neuroses. What can you do?
…and replaced with a temporary one for the next three weeks*. Can’t say that I enjoyed the experience very much, particularly since the dentist is not ruling out a root canal. Which is fine, because it’s a back tooth; so I’m not ruling out an extraction. I feel that this makes us roughly even.
Yes, I know that this isn’t supposed to be a competition. Look, I don’t like needles and I don’t like drills in my mouth, OK? So forgive me my little stress management techniques.
Moe Lane
*In two weeks it’ll be Thanksgiving.
Via @heminator.
Moe Lane
PS: No, not this Dale Peterson. But I suspect that they’d probably have gotten along all right.
