I’m fixing to get cleaned up so I can go to one of my least favorite places on Earth.
I had a huge filling fall out of one of the last of the lower molars I still have a couple of months ago and it has been killing my ass for at least the last month so I finally broke down and went and saw the dentist lady a couple weeks ago.
All they did at that point was take pictures of my whole head, one tooth at a time.
It must have taken at least ten minutes.
I have no idea what skullduggerey they have in store for me today but if they don’t want to pull that tooth then I am getting out of the chair and finding someone who will.
I have been going through a tube of tooth ache gel every damned day for a while now and I’m tired of it.
Just as I thought. When I got here they had me scheduled for a deep cleaning. I immediately told them that they were going to be changing their plans and doing an extraction.. Low and behold it’s not just the one tooth that’s fucked up, they are to have to yank the last two molars I have left on the bottom. I am sitting the damn chair right now as I type, waiting for the novacaine to work.
Also, BTW, I showed the dentist lady that picture of the chair at the top and told her that is EXACTLY what going to the dentist is like for me.