Yes, I know you called two weeks ago and left a message. At the time my gums around the newly filled teeth were smarting and the soft fleshy part under my tongue was developing a sore from being punctured by the too-large-for anyone’s-mouth x-rays your dental assistant made me bite down on. I was avoiding your call, your office, your instruments of numbing madness.
Oh, so it would seem I need to have another filling, this time in my lower.. what was that German word again, it rhymes with keester. Oh yeah, Kiefer. Fine, the ordering of x-rays of the lower jaw were deemed profitable after all.
And my crown is undicht? What could that mean? It’s leaking!? No wait, that translation can’t be right. It’s not air tight? Is it cracked? It’s only 4 years old!
Yes, yes. I will make an appointment. Oh, the joys of soft teeth and being unemployed, even a student discount can’t save me now. Merry Christmas to me.
God, I hate the dentist. And like you, I spend far too much time (and money) there.
sorry to hear your dental trip was less than thrilling.
i had to catch up and read a pages of your blog.
i was going to attend an election party but fell asleep and woke up in time for the awesome acceptance speech.
your paris pictures were beautiful. cute one of you and dad. and the clack and white one in front of the Eiffel tower… so chic.
i think im pooped out of blogging. i may be changing my theme – no more dental crap.