I sometimes wonder about me and dentists
Fear. that is the best way I can describe it.
I broke a tooth a few weeks ago eating frozen custard. Don't ask how that happened. I got a temporary filling until I could be fitted with a crown. It was either that or some other procedure that left me silently retching.
So today I went for the fitting. There was a young woman working there, must have just started, and she was shadowing the hygenist and dentist.
I told the girl that if she had never seen a grown man cry or bolt during the middle of a procedure, today was her chance to see both.
She thought I was kidding.
I did get numbed. But as he was working, it became apparent I needed more numbing.
Once they got me off the ceiling and back into the chair, more numbing was done.
At one point I said, "I am sharting sho schweat." and little bubbles of moisture appeared on my forehead, but it turns out it was just spray from rinsing my mouth.
Two hours later I had a temporary crown and impressions for a permanent one taken.
So tonight I am a temporary king. Love live the King!!
And my mouth is very uncomfortable...guess I just got used to having part of a tooth missing.
I did go to a store and wore a mask because my face was a little droopy. I did not want people to think I was having a stroke. Plus, the mask caught the drool.
Live long and Prosper
Peace and Love
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