I am going to say something that many people would never, under any circumstances, allow to fall out of their mouths.
I love my dentist.
Yes, I love my dentist. In fact, I love his whole staff right along with him.
You would have to make an appointment and go see them to understand, so I won’t try to explain in a few measly chapters why I love them. You’ll just have to accept the fact that I do and we’ll go on from there.
I had occasion to visit my dentist today. I didn’t plan to visit my dentist today, it just sort of became necessary late yesterday afternoon, and they were kind enough to find a way for me to squeeze into their schedule before 8:00 this morning.
Yes, I said before 8:00 AM this morning. For some of us 8:00 AM is the same as ‘zero dark thirty’, only lighter. And this was BEFORE 8:00 AM.
I also won’t go into much detail as to why I needed to go see him this morning, suffice to say that I felt the necessity for a root canal coming on. Or, at least, I thought I did. So I called his office to see if he could get me give me a referral to his good friend the endodontist.
Fortunately, he asked me to come in to see him before he would give me the referral.
As it turned out, I din’t need a root canal because my problem wasn’t with my ‘root’ (nerve), it was that my tooth was broken. Yes, somehow tooth number 14 was busted, and the nerve was exposed. (That really hurts, by the way.)
What a relief! I was so happy to hear that!
“This Tooth Shall Pass”
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