Today the universe slung me a healthy dose of karma, as I felt firsthand the cruel sarcasm behind the phrase, “Almost as fun as a root canal!”.
For THREE AND A HALF HOURS a less than gentle dentist did unmentionable things to one sad & weathered little molar. Excuse me Mr. Dentist? What did that molar ever do to you?
Now that all the yanking, pulling and merciless drilling is over, I sit here (Vicodin on tap) with a sore face & downtrodden heart. Damn you karma! This is all about that piece of Brach’s caramel I stole from the grocery store when I was six years old, isn’t it?!
Lesson learned: take better care of your teeth, see a dentist regularly, and maybe you’ll never have to GIVE someone $800.00 to perform chinese torture in your mouth.
This is no fun!
