Wild Adventures in Mundanity: The Dentist Part II
I have a high tolerance for pain: I can handle riding my bike home with a broken collarbone, having a doctor reset my forearm without medication, go about my daily routine with a broken rib, move all my junk into a new apartment after falling down a flight of stairs, etc. However, when it comes to my teeth I’m a f@%#in’ wimp. My own personal hell would be me repeatedly getting my teeth cleaned with mayonnaise while listening to Nickelback.
Today, I had my first cleaning in awhile. Man, there was some extreme uncleanliness lurking in the shadowy corners of my teeth—no wonder dogs wouldn’t even kiss me. It’s been so long that the hygienist couldn’t finish the job. I have to go back (look out for part 3 of this exciting mundane adventure). Of course, my insurance only covers one cleaning ever six months. Now, I have to cough up money I don’t have to do something I could have avoided if I wasn’t lazy. F@%# it, at least every visit after will be free.
The only thing I look forward about going there is the used clothing store next to it. I picked up a swanky wool blazer (look, I’m wearing it now; looks good, no?) and some postcards that may end up in the mailbox of a lucky person who’s reading this.
2 Comments
Eva Deadbeat said 669 days ago:
that is some wool blazer! no? site looks good! go go go!
Scott said 669 days ago:
Thank you kindly. I’ve been go go going all day long in my wool blazer and the rays of a sunlamp. I have so much more to do. I may need another blazer, no?
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