Dentist

I was typing in dentist as my topic and dentist woes appeared. Oh, how appropriate. Today's visit was as painful as my weekend- and trust me, that is saying something. They almost had to scrap me off the ceiling at one point.

So, there are worse things to hear coming out of your doctor's mouth than I heard today, but I wasn't too excited about what I did hear.

"What is with this tooth?"
"Christina picked a good tooth to send out." (Christina is my regular dentist.)
"Okay, I guess we go to plan B."
"We need another x-ray of the root. This tooth is over an inch long."
And finally, "You've given us a tough tooth today."

Oh, dear. The happy part is he's half way done. The sad part is he's only half way done.

I have to go back.

At least my jaw isn't cracked. I don't have to have it wired shut or have surgery or anything. And, lucky me, I get to go back to work tomorrow.