Reged: 08/06/04
Posts: 4381
Loc: Within stray mortar fire of DC
My dentist appt is at 3:30 today. I get to find out how much and how long it's going to take to fix my front teeth, one having been broken right off by the surgeon's assistant while intubating me for my back surgery 4 weeks ago.
I think I'm going to go for it and do all 4 incisors as that'll give me a straight smile with consistent teeth.
I got VERY depressed moments ago when I was going through old photo albums trying to find "before" pictures of my teeth. It was so sad. I used to smile all the time, but in the later album I've always managed to hide by teeth behind my fingers, a glass, once even a flower display at a restaurant table. I remember doing it every time. Gotta hide the teeth repairs. I got really sad looking at the progression of pictures... *tear*
So I've managed to get it together and I've got all my photos I'm bringing, plus a list of questions/demands and even the broken tooth that flew out of my head onto the surgical floor. My surgeon kindly supplied it for me. The bastard.
My stomach is starting to make itself known. Great.
OK, still waiting for 3:30 to roll along. If anyone has a good joke to pass along, let it rip! Love you guys.
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Dreaded dentist appt! Stressing!
and even the broken tooth that flew out of my head onto the surgical floor. My surgeon kindly supplied it for me. The bastard. 
