This is your face on novocaine
You know, i just can't help but thinking about a chapter in Augusten Borough's new book Magical Thinking, when he talks about some random bubble he found in his mouth and how he proceeds to pop it with a thumb tack. The end result is him visiting a doctor who rips part of his mouth out, to do a biopsy for cancer. You can almost hear the sound of the doctor hacking away at his head while reading it.
This was me about 24 hours ago, after a visit to the dentist. 2 cavitites, a shit load of novocaine, and the promise of at least 1-2 root canals to come. You ask yourself why i dont brust my teeth and i wish it were that simple! I do brust my teeth and i floss too, but i think this is due to my incessant sugar consumption as a child...when my parents would make me eat oat bran (to keep me regular) and when they left the kitchen i would pour tablespoon after tablespoon of sugar to make it taste good.
skip to 21 years later and here we are. two cavities, and me drooling over myself like a jerry's kid. It's ok, i was told to leave work, and my girlfriend laughed so hard that tears came out her eyes. luckily, i'm just here to entertain.
seriously though, yesterday my head felt like someone had was trying to escape from it and had been hacking away at it with a pestel, just knocking and chipping out pieces of bone at a time...the doc didn't/wouldn't give me anything like vicodine, and it wasn't until 6 advil that my head felt some semblance of anything normal...except for the hallucinations of course.
Mon after thankgiving is root canal #1. Adios Mios!
This was me about 24 hours ago, after a visit to the dentist. 2 cavitites, a shit load of novocaine, and the promise of at least 1-2 root canals to come. You ask yourself why i dont brust my teeth and i wish it were that simple! I do brust my teeth and i floss too, but i think this is due to my incessant sugar consumption as a child...when my parents would make me eat oat bran (to keep me regular) and when they left the kitchen i would pour tablespoon after tablespoon of sugar to make it taste good.
skip to 21 years later and here we are. two cavities, and me drooling over myself like a jerry's kid. It's ok, i was told to leave work, and my girlfriend laughed so hard that tears came out her eyes. luckily, i'm just here to entertain.
seriously though, yesterday my head felt like someone had was trying to escape from it and had been hacking away at it with a pestel, just knocking and chipping out pieces of bone at a time...the doc didn't/wouldn't give me anything like vicodine, and it wasn't until 6 advil that my head felt some semblance of anything normal...except for the hallucinations of course.
Mon after thankgiving is root canal #1. Adios Mios!
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