Here’s what I learned today:
You can have the gentlest dentist in the world and the best sedatives and still feel like a toilet bowl is being flushed on your head when the action begins.
You can forgive your dentist for 8 shots of novocaine because you know there’s an evil part of your brain willing the whole experience be done, gone and out of your life. And this can have an effect on the ever so ambitious numbing agent. It’s sensitive after all and can get performance anxiety.
You can forgive your dentist for everything really–because he’s fixing things, he’s patient, and he’s the dearest sweetest man…but there’s just this one thing…this one thing that’s a challenge to forgive, his teeth look better than yours and he’s almost 70. And yes, they are his real teeth!
I also learned that jaccuzi’s will eat hair when hair is long and left unattended. The paradox of relaxing–finally, after a long day in the dentist and then suddenly in a horror flick, the suction in the jaccuzi jet has my hair and is pulling me in. Ouch!
Freckles multiply in Ca.
Canned Indian food is awesome.
White chocolate whipped, cold coffee drinks are great after intense dental work.
Non fiction doesn’t exist. This is what I believe. Memory has a forceful imagination.
NEANDERTHALS HAD RED HAIR. This was just recently discovered. But what kills me is that while we both share that gene–the red hair–the women required over 4k calories–while I’m considered a porker if I eat over 2k. Why did they get all the fun? Okay, well, my skin tone may be just slightly better.
One more thing, Dakota thinks my having so many teeth, compared to his 2 makes me a glutenous drama queen.He’s never been one for easy flattery.