Not for Odontophobics
Of course, if you didn’t know what odontophobia was and you’re reading this now, you’re kind of screwed.
It’s fear of teeth.
I want to believe these are werewolf teeth. Please do not disillusion me, I have so few illusions left.
This morning, instead of hemming a skirt or doing any one of a thousand other productive things, I went to the dentist. I have some nasty history with discolored fillings that were hiding serious damage, and since I was noticing more discoloration and sensitivity, back to the dentist I went. I got three fillings replaced, which doesn’t sound so terrible, but I am apparently impervious to Novocaine. They gave me three treatments (which has happened before), numbing me from cheekbone to jawline. They also gave me so much medication I had trouble swallowing for four hours afterwards — I would innocently try to swallow some wayward spit, choke, panic and cough. It’s a fun way to spend four hours, I tell ya.
Also, all that medication? Did jack sh*t for the pain in my actual TEETH while they were working. I eventually just focused on the ceiling tiles and thought about cheerful things, like BDSM and Dominic Purcell freshly showered, in a towel.
Bottom line? My teeth ARE prettier, even if one of them actually seems to hurt more now. I also learned a fun fact — if you have one of those fancy, spendy flashlights with blue light and you shine it in your mouth, you can see your cavities through your teeth. Assuming this is the sort of thing that amuses you.
Anyway, we’ll be back with our regularly scheduled programming in the next couple days. The posse is finishing school this week, so hopefully I can still fit in some sewing before I’m forced to entertain them. And if not, this is why God is a woman and she invented video games.