I spent the majority of the morning at the dentist. This, in and of itself, is bad enough. However, I have no face now. None. It’s gone. Poof! They tell me it’s still there, but I’m not believing anyone. See Stitch up there? That’s what I look like! They tell me I’ll be happy when they’re finished…a whole new smile. I’m not believing that either. Happy? I have no face! I look like a creature developed in a test tube in outer space. Did I mention I have no face?
Believe me, unless it’s absolutely necessary for medical reasons, which in my case, it was, do NOT let them talk you into giving you a new smile. I have ground my front teeth to the point they were close to snapping off. Not sure why, just did it at night. So, I decided instead of waiting till it got so bad I didn’t have any teeth left, I’d have the capping thing done. I have no face. It’s dripped down to the floor. I’m stepping on my lips. And I have to go back for them to finished? sigh…. They told me I could have a milk shake for lunch. How? My arms aren’t long enough to reach my lips down there on the floor.
Did you know they use a demented canary to work in your mouth? They also roast him while he’s in there making his demented noises.
I have no face!