Dental Short Stories

OK so I did this whole braces thing. I've got a reeeetainer. My situation has been concurently messed up this morning at the dentist. So all of my teeth have to be drilled. All of them. Do I exagerate? yes. 9 of them. Count yours up. Go on you know you don't know how many you have for sure so count. I'll wait right here.

Also I have to have one removed (we knew that) and a rod put in. We're talking 6 hours in that chair people. I will have a hex nut in my mouth for a while. Good times.

OK so the best part was the X-Rays. I know "best part" and dentist don't usally go out in the same breath, but hang on. I always ask to waive the lead. It's always a tech (never the dentist) and I always explain that I understand radiation and that the lead isn't doing me any good really. That I get more radiation when I stand next to my brick fronted house on a warm day. Or taking a flight to and from Boston gives me way more radiation than a little bite wing mamby pamby flow of photons. He looks at me said, "You're right." He put the lead apron (which is designed to protect my balls and we all know how well connected they are... NOT at all.) back and took the bite wings and I was happy. It doesn't take much people.

In other news: my therapist said I was really very clear about things. Thats a good thing.