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Jan. 10th, 2006 12:00 pmIn line with yesterday's at-times terse restatement of purpose...
*sigh* I finally managed to overcome the dual fear of telephones and dentists and have scheduled an appointment for tomorrow for at least one of the three root canals I need done. Depending on the benefits and outright cost, all three may be getting done.
Those that've seen me recently can verify just how snaggle-toothed I've become of late. Years of being on the calcium-leeching pain patches, combined with still more years of neglect (yeah, I did this one to myself, at least halfway), have resulted in a mass exodus of chewing surfaces. I've got ... four? five? molars left? The three teeth in question this time are #7, #8, and #9... which for non-dentists is the upper two front teeth and the one just to the right of them.
I whistle when I talk. My words are slurred and indistinct. I sound like I'm drunk... or worse, like I never recovered from the strokes. Yes, it's a point of agitation.
So... should any of my late-night chat victims find me online past about 2am Eastern, please tell me to go to bed.
*sigh* I finally managed to overcome the dual fear of telephones and dentists and have scheduled an appointment for tomorrow for at least one of the three root canals I need done. Depending on the benefits and outright cost, all three may be getting done.
Those that've seen me recently can verify just how snaggle-toothed I've become of late. Years of being on the calcium-leeching pain patches, combined with still more years of neglect (yeah, I did this one to myself, at least halfway), have resulted in a mass exodus of chewing surfaces. I've got ... four? five? molars left? The three teeth in question this time are #7, #8, and #9... which for non-dentists is the upper two front teeth and the one just to the right of them.
I whistle when I talk. My words are slurred and indistinct. I sound like I'm drunk... or worse, like I never recovered from the strokes. Yes, it's a point of agitation.
So... should any of my late-night chat victims find me online past about 2am Eastern, please tell me to go to bed.
