"And I get the crown!" isn't referring to "Pretty Pretty Princess"
So yesterday I had a temporary crown put in, which meant I was good and numb for a good part of the day. While I was getting the tooth drilled, I heard Kelly Clarkson over the office stereo system and the dentist let out a sigh.
"Why do we ALWAYS have to listen to YOUR music??" he said sternly to the hygenist.
"Oh look, Bucko," she responded, stretching my mouth to cartoon-like proportions, "If you don't like my music I told you you can bring in your own music, but you never do! So deal!"
Thank God the two weren't arguing over something IMPORTANT or I might not have a left CHEEK, with the amount of pulling I got! It was bad enough that the hygenist then, in a pissy fit, applied about 7,572 times as much tooth cement as she should have, so I've been swallowing crumbing cement for the last day and a half. :: laugh ::
I get the temporary removed the day after Yom Kippur -- which sucks, as I'm not getting in until 1am Monday from Or Chadash's services and then I get to wake up at the asscrack of dawn numb again for the permanent. What's worse, is that I know me. I know how I am. I KNOW I'm going to do something stupid to the temporary. I'll somehow knock it out, or swallow it, or SOMETHING. Anyone who has known me long enough, has no difficulty seeing this happen.
"Why do we ALWAYS have to listen to YOUR music??" he said sternly to the hygenist.
"Oh look, Bucko," she responded, stretching my mouth to cartoon-like proportions, "If you don't like my music I told you you can bring in your own music, but you never do! So deal!"
Thank God the two weren't arguing over something IMPORTANT or I might not have a left CHEEK, with the amount of pulling I got! It was bad enough that the hygenist then, in a pissy fit, applied about 7,572 times as much tooth cement as she should have, so I've been swallowing crumbing cement for the last day and a half. :: laugh ::
I get the temporary removed the day after Yom Kippur -- which sucks, as I'm not getting in until 1am Monday from Or Chadash's services and then I get to wake up at the asscrack of dawn numb again for the permanent. What's worse, is that I know me. I know how I am. I KNOW I'm going to do something stupid to the temporary. I'll somehow knock it out, or swallow it, or SOMETHING. Anyone who has known me long enough, has no difficulty seeing this happen.