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- Jan. 14, 2016, 2:25 p.m.
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Last day of dental sissy. Next appointment is gruesome but I get to be out for it. Wait, no, there’s a little one in-between, dental impressions for the fake teeth. This shit is kind of fascinating to me, I’ve never been through it before.
On the ninth the oral surgeon is going to yank five teeth including one buried under the gum, instead of open stiches and gauze pads though he’s going to cover it all with what the nurse called “healing temporary dentures”. I’ve been through extractions before, using tea bags instead of gauze. Tea, black tea, helps with clotting. There were a few weeks in my life where I took my tea without water. Heh.
This way sounds a lot cooler. Either way though, I’m sure, hurts like a son-of-bitch sandwich with motherfucker sauce and two slices of holy shit on a bed of fuck me running and grilled to the exact temperature of death warmed over. There will be cussing. It’ll be easier to type than say though, I’m sure.
I was watching the first episode of Battle Creek, a police drama, sort of, that takes place in Battle Creek. It reminded me a lot of the show Portlandia; the content is all nonsense, but both shows seemed to capture the feel of the locale. Not with onsite shots or scripts, just, you know, attitude. I was in battle creek a few months ago. I had French toast. That has nothing to do with nothing except that the French toast was really good, they used a brioche.
Ok, I’m going back to quietly whining, and thinking how better today was then the next meeting, I mean the one after they put goop in my mouth until it hardens into impressions of, I guess, the teeth that aren’t there yet. Um, I don’t have a clue except that it involves goop and teeth but not drills or yanking or drugs. Yay!
Deleted user ⋅ January 15, 2016
Ouch !!