maybe it was that i'd be on my way to cali after they were done.
but as soon as i got there i knew it was not going to be fun.
i put in my ipod as soon as i sat down in the chair.
it helps distract me from thoughts like "he's drilling to my brain"
or "my teeth are going to be gone when he's through."
he started and i'm pretty sure drilling teeth tastes like rotten fireworks.
i don't think fireworks rot, but if they did, that's what it'd taste like.
then that nasty new fake teeth stuff smells like a pedicure in your mouth.
and it just hurts a little.
he walked away for a while and i was feeling around thinking he was done.
until there was still a hole the size of an earring back there.
more pedicure to come...
it took so long i have to go back for my other cavity next month.
i'm making this dentist thing a normal monthly activity.
but at least he polished my front teeth.
there's nothing like smiling with a half numb face.
post script: i'm adoring life in california. it's b.e.a.-utiful.
full report next week, with lottttts of pictures.