Hi, Honey, I’m home …
And yes, I’m feeling a little worse for wear and sorry for myself. I bit my tongue twice at the end, when the dentist was fitting my super shiny new crown. Twice, goddamn it! So now my face is melting, my tongue hurts, I can’t drink anything (yet) and I’m drooling like a bloodhound on the scent of a cadaver.
How easily we forget how this all went down the last time. Telling ourselves, oh, it’ll be okay, yeah, like hell it was. Those first two injections … mother mercy!
Remind me to be more careful about what I eat … and maybe, just maybe, it’s time to soft-serve everything via the blender, or grind up that steak to resemble baby food. Or maybe, in a couple of days, I’ll have forgotten all about the unpleasantness I just went through and just get back to eating as usual.
And why does the damn glue they use taste so fracking toxic?
Oh, that glue is revolting! I no longer eat Minties — a chewy minty lolly — since the last one I had, many years ago now, led directly to an expensive dentist bill.
Ain’t that the truth. I couldn’t get rid of the taste and it’s still lingering this morning.
Yeah, I hear you on the chew treats. I gave up toffees for the same reason. The bill this time around was heart stopping.