01.02.07
Hollow Victory
Good morning, folks. I made mention two weeks ago that I was having problems with my teeth– problems that required professional assistance. Naturally, this meant the dentist, a very unpleasant prospect during the Most Wonderful Time of the Year. Now, while everything went very well up to this point, as in he gave me lots and lots of happy pills to prevent the pain, there was just one little problem waiting to strike.
Last night, while I was enjoying the last cheeseburger I would have for a very long time (due to the diet which was scheduled to start today), one of the root-canal-fillings that the doctor put in fell out. I don’t have any conclusive proof but I think the filling screamed “I sacrifice myself in the name of ridiculous overdramatic irony!” as it leapt from the tooth socket.
So, yeah. Off to the dentist this morning. I wish I could go one week at work without having to say, “Mrrf mfff mmmmfff mrrrf.” Which, roughly translated, means “I won’t be in due to getting drilled.”