She made a dental appointment for me for this morning, and, well, let's just say it's been a while since I've willingly draped myself on their chair. OK, yes, I went for my wisdom teeth extraction when they, to use their sophisticated lingo, "bombed out." But I hadn't been for a normal dental visit in ages. And while I can blame my last dentist -- incompetent and stupid and now a felon -- my own laziness and silly anxiety kept me away. They scraped and wedged and advised to do more at home.
I survived and I have all my teeth, and now I'm afraid to eat anything. I may have to Starbucks my belly into silence.
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If I have any more tooth trouble, I'll just have him knock them out.

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