Now Spit!!!!
So today was dentist visit 3 or 4 in the last month and a half, and that sucks. I hadn't been in maybe 6 or 7 years, so there was a lot of catching up we had to do. But the main reason I had to go was that I broke off a chunk of tooth about a year and a half ago (pictured here with a dime for scale.) I hadn't seen anyone about it until it started hurting like a son-of-a-bitch and I could no longer enjoy the ice cream and salt water taffy which I love so dearly.
In the end, it was decided that I needed a root canal, which I had about two weeks ago. In case you hadn't heard, root canals rank somewhere between soccer ball to the groin and a 10 hour flight from L.A. to New York, sandwiched between a fat, sweaty man in lycra bicycle shorts and a pentecostal christian... upside down the entire way. And the in flight movie is "What's the Worst That Could Happen."
So that was taken care of and I thought I was done visiting the dentist for at least a few months (I had a last round of cleaning needed after the first of the year.) But then I get a call the other day, "Hi, Devon? This is Dr. Marr's office. Ya, so we fucked up that root canal and we need you to come back in so it can be fixed. Don't worry, we won't charge you for it, other than the hour of your life that will be forever lost. How's this Saturday? We'll call the the fat man and the pentecostal."
And to top this all off... THEY DIDN"T EVEN GIVE ME A PRESCRIPTION FOR ANY DECENT NARCOTICS! ONLY CODEINE! Codeine?! I can't wash down 4 of those with a shot of Jack Daniels and hope to accomplish anything! I can't even sell them for all that much to the crack heads that swarm in front of our house!
I'm writing a letter to my congresswoman!