Noooo....
Can't believe it. Here I am, someone who is terrified of dentists (we're talking general anesthetic for a filling) in the land of the most horrible teeth you can imagine (ie. Japan), and what do I do? I break my tooth. That's right. Tonight, about an hour ago, right down middle, from top to bottom. Have taken a bunch of pills to deaden the pain and keep away the nightmares as I ponder the hell I have to face tomorrow.
I spent ten minutes warring with my better judgment. It'll be OK until I go to Britain. Yeah, of course it will. Only two months to wait. I can chew up the other side. Hell, I can live off soup. Then the pain set in and I thought, "I have many drugs. It will be fine." But it will be cheap here. You have almost full coverage (say the friends). I don't care about the money!! I care about the silver fillings and the medieval torture devices and the barber pole out front.
Once reality set in (ie. I fainted from pain), I realized I had no choice. I have to go.
Mother, everything is left to you.
I love you all.
I spent ten minutes warring with my better judgment. It'll be OK until I go to Britain. Yeah, of course it will. Only two months to wait. I can chew up the other side. Hell, I can live off soup. Then the pain set in and I thought, "I have many drugs. It will be fine." But it will be cheap here. You have almost full coverage (say the friends). I don't care about the money!! I care about the silver fillings and the medieval torture devices and the barber pole out front.
Once reality set in (ie. I fainted from pain), I realized I had no choice. I have to go.
Mother, everything is left to you.
I love you all.