You can always say owww

I got lasered. No I didn't run into sharks with frickin' laser beams I went to the dentist. You remember the dentist? I don't actually recall the last time he was in this particular area of my mouth because I was looped the fuck out of my mind. Good times. This time we did a little topical which by the way he told me later was just for show didn't actually help at all. OK so did I have to pay for that shit then? How about we gas the fuck out of me so I think that sharks with frickin' laser beams are funny? no? ok fine.

So he lasers away the tissue which we've just let heal over so he can get at the titanium post inserted along with no I'm not making this up bovine bone grapht. Woo Hoo. OK you know what that didn't really hurt. Don't get me wrong it didn't feel good. I wouldn't pay someone to do it to me... wait scratch that I just did pay someone to do it. Anway. Then comes the screw. This just gets dirtier and dirtier.

He puts a little bolt into my mouth. First he takes out the old one. That was fun. Then he screws in the new one til I say "OW" then he stops. We talk. Another quarter turn of the screw and "Ow" and we stop and chat some more about how my tissue is healing even as we speak. Good then can we stop? nope. 1/4 turn. OW. OK actually I'm fine now. Dentists don't like to hear "I'm fine" so he added another 1/4 turn... "OW" OK we've made it all the way to the bottom. So now I have a screw in my mouth (again with the dirty) but hey at least I can show it to my opponent at pool tonight and have them run screaming from the room like a little girl taken in to the theater to watch "Misery" (True Story actually) and I can win. Winning isn't everything? Right that's why I let this dude put a bolt into my gums.

I'm done now.