It freaking hurt. I’m up so late because I am suffering from face-ache.
I am afraid of needles and this dentist didn’t exactly have a “Gentle touch”.
They gave me so much laughing gas I thought I was dying. Actually, if you ever want to know what it feels like to come out of a coma, a high dose of laughing gas is pretty darn close to it.
I found out that I have cavities that have developed under a lot of my old silver fillings and have to have them all replaced.
I want to cry.
P.S. To the guy who emailed me wanting to have my broken tooth as a momento. No, you can’t have it. That’s just icky.
Photoshop Dave clearly blames my current dental issues with my love of Thin Mint Cookies.