I was somewhere, no really I go places and shit, and I was eavesdropping, if people don’t want me to hear they shouldn’t speak, and I think these two awkward students were talking about some TV show, I caught the phrase “You see an abyss and you run straight for it, that’s not healthy.” All I could think of was all the tourists who visit the Grand Canyon every year. I know, it’s exactly what you think of as an abyss, but, shit, I think it qualifies. Not only do tourists go to look and say “Big hole” but sometimes they take mule rides down into it. Just saying.
Boring myself. I wrote the stuff below and just got bored.
A couple of weeks ago I either wrote an entry or meant to about how not afraid of thing I am, or something to that effect. I was probably self effacing and suggested that wasn’t a good quality. I forgot about one thing and it’s reared it’s ugly head. A few nights ago I lost a crown, the jagged edge of which is tearing up my cheek. I’m pretty sure there’s no nerve in the tooth, but, I’m afraid of dentists.
I made an appointment today for tomorrow. The scroll down menu was limited so I called it tooth pain. I don’t usually tell dentists I’m afraid of them, I start off with “I hate dentists, no offense”. I asked all the locals I know for advice. Of the three top answers two were ; he retired but I hear the replacement is ok. The other was my mom telling me that my dad thought his dentist was great. Honestly “great” coming from my dad was a low mark. If a waitress asked how he was enjoying the bad coffee and cold eggs he’d say “Marvelous! Best ever! Wonderful!” My mom thought the guy charged too much.
A glowing recommendation for a dentist in my mind is not an adjective, it’s an “I didn’t feel a thing”.
Wow. I don’t really have anything to say about anything except bitching about health stuff. I think I just turned eighty.
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