Son G spent all of yesterday in the dentist's chair having a deep gum cleaning and then 2 cavities worked.
"What else could go wrong?" he posed, hardly intelligible from all the novacaine. He was awkwardly attempting to consume a soft bean and cheese burrito.
"Dude, don't even go there", I replied as I bit into mine, which was grilled chicken.
"OW!...WTF!!" I was suddenly in pain, having just broken my own molar!
This was all way too uncanny. Have I entered the Twilight Zone or what? And what is the universe telling us here?
Well, I just got back from my own dental evaluation. My teeth are “maturing” (air quotes), the dentist commented. Haha, how euphemistic.That’s supposedly why one cracked. So now I need a crown and a blast of nitrous oxide please.
Maybe I don’t wanna be all that mature!!!!!!!!
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