Oh, Dear.

November 2, 2010

I was doing okay for a while.

See, the problem is that some fool mad scientist dentist said the words “oral surgery” to me. 

That scared me enough that I haven’t been able to research exactly what’s going to happen.  I figured I’d go ahead and imagine the worst, and then reality would become a pleasant surprise.

But I leave for the drooling, lurking menace dentist in three minutes, and had to look.  I *had* to look.  “Crown Lengthening.”  Very common, right?  It’s not like this is some sort of experimental surgery and I’ll be locked in the dentist office for weeks on end.  I’m just being silly.  I can handle this without freaking out, right?

I made it as far as, “will then make the incision” and the nerves hit.

Suddenly, I wish I’d dined on garlic cloves with a side of onions for lunch.  At least that way *both* of us would be miserable.


One comment

  1. I wish you well woth that.

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