Jo’s Cafe

Here it is 8:20 pm on a Wednesday evening.  Star Trek is on G4, Bubba has just informed the neighbor we still have a dog … and my lip and nose are still numb.

Why do dentists say, “just a bit more…” and then shoot a whole ‘nother syringe of novocain into your lip?  Okay — so I flinched — but you are using that horrible drill thingy that sounds like the engine of a 747; and vibrates just as such.

It was only a crown that needed to be replaced.  That’s all.  Figured an hour tops and I’d be back at work.   Yeah — right (in my best office space voice).  Two hours later, I have a temp, and a referral to another dentist.

See, the crown is one of six from eight years ago.  Beautiful brand spanking new front teeth.  No more nicotine stains, or pain — just bright shiny new teeth!  Well a dead thyroid, diabetes, a few years later, and the crowns are coming off.  Super glue works wonders in a pinch; but pisses the dentist off.   We already temped one back on last year with a referral to that other dentist, which I blew off due to $$$ and other events. 

This past weekend another one dropped off — damn pretzels.  So super glue to the rescue, but it didn’t quite fit like it was suppose to and it looked really really bad.   Appointment made and off I went.  Now I love to harass dentists.  It’s a joy known only to those of us that HATE THEM!  Besides, I chatter like a pissed off squirrel when I’m nervous; and needles into thy mouth makes me just a bit jittery.

So into my gum goes a full frackin’ dose of numbing juice.   Drill - drill — flinch. I knew it!  I just couldn’t hold it back and here came that blasted needle, again; “just a little bit more.”   Yo doc, a little bit more is NOT enough to put down an elephant.  (grumble)  I jokingly said, “I’ll be numb until about nine tonight now.”  His wonderful response, “Probably.”   Was it the teasing harassing I gave him? Justice was his.

So here I sit - numb, but not comfortably.  

Wait — I have wine! :whistle: