More inappropriate fearlessness?
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stephbgHad a dentist appointment this afternoon to make sure--amongst other things--that I've not been doing my teeth and gums a mischief with the beige diet, with particular reference to the anti-beige qualities of 99.9999999etc% of commercial tooth care products.
I am now the proud owner of some mystery vanilla-flavoured fluoride gel stuff. Oh the excitement. I've been ground down where I've neglected to grind myself, and inspected where I've ground myself so much I've worn away several generations of filling and I'm cracking under the strain. Teeth. Why can't they all just get along? I remainly perhaps unneccesarily proud of the sharpness of my gnashers and the circus-freakish strength of my jaw muscles.
A crown is in my future. I shall be Queen!
Oh, and I'm actually less sensitive along the gum line than I was at the last scrape. Something about me is healthier! Yay!
In the middle of all this Glen (The Dentist) suddenly asked why the sound system was off. I gargled that I'd asked the nurse to turn the sound down so that he (Glen (The Dentist)) wouldn't sing during the consult. And then it was all on for young and old, and I found myself taunting the man who was holding the drill over my laughing gear. Something along the lines of "everyone's afraid of dentists so I'm going to stand up to you". I believe I threatened to bite him with my aforementioned pointy teeth.
At one point he announced that he needed to have a wisdom tooth out. "Iiii 'ha 'air?" I asked. In the chair? Yes, he replied. I think I might do it myself. "Haa' a ood ihea. Ooo ood ut i' oh OoooToob" That's a good idea. You could put it on YouTube. He liked the idea of 15 minutes of internet fame.
All in good fun. Hahahahahaha. Zzzzzzzingzzzzzt. That will be $200.
I've been seeing Glen for 20 years. He went to school with my brother AND my brother-in-law. He showed me pictures of a fish he caught. He's seen my costume photos. He gave me my pre-wedding polish free as a wedding present (better than a toaster). I claim teasing rights.
Then again, how sensible is it to taunt one's dentist? Do I have balls of steel, or brains of mush?
I am now the proud owner of some mystery vanilla-flavoured fluoride gel stuff. Oh the excitement. I've been ground down where I've neglected to grind myself, and inspected where I've ground myself so much I've worn away several generations of filling and I'm cracking under the strain. Teeth. Why can't they all just get along? I remainly perhaps unneccesarily proud of the sharpness of my gnashers and the circus-freakish strength of my jaw muscles.
A crown is in my future. I shall be Queen!
Oh, and I'm actually less sensitive along the gum line than I was at the last scrape. Something about me is healthier! Yay!
In the middle of all this Glen (The Dentist) suddenly asked why the sound system was off. I gargled that I'd asked the nurse to turn the sound down so that he (Glen (The Dentist)) wouldn't sing during the consult. And then it was all on for young and old, and I found myself taunting the man who was holding the drill over my laughing gear. Something along the lines of "everyone's afraid of dentists so I'm going to stand up to you". I believe I threatened to bite him with my aforementioned pointy teeth.
At one point he announced that he needed to have a wisdom tooth out. "Iiii 'ha 'air?" I asked. In the chair? Yes, he replied. I think I might do it myself. "Haa' a ood ihea. Ooo ood ut i' oh OoooToob" That's a good idea. You could put it on YouTube. He liked the idea of 15 minutes of internet fame.
All in good fun. Hahahahahaha. Zzzzzzzingzzzzzt. That will be $200.
I've been seeing Glen for 20 years. He went to school with my brother AND my brother-in-law. He showed me pictures of a fish he caught. He's seen my costume photos. He gave me my pre-wedding polish free as a wedding present (better than a toaster). I claim teasing rights.
Then again, how sensible is it to taunt one's dentist? Do I have balls of steel, or brains of mush?
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Date: 2008-05-01 11:53 am (UTC)