The cursed bacon has struck a mighty blow against my right front tooth, opening an old wound and exposing what remains of my original tooth. Luckily for me, the clinic was only a few short steps away from where I was when I broke my tooth and they kindly informed me that I had only an hour to get to the hospital where the dental clinic was located. I hustled off to get my gear on for my trek to the hospital and flashed large smiles to everyone I knew along the route. No one knew that this was not the first time that this had happened or that my two front teeth are root canaled so I played up the fact that it didn't hurt by poking it, tapping it, drinking hot coffee. When I made it to the hospital I found that the dental clinic was closed on Sundays. Yippee. So now I get to run around and scare the dickens out of random passers by as they cringe and say, "Doesn't that hurt?" to which I can boldy reply, "Only a bit."Sorry sweetie, I'm trying to get it fixed.
23 April 2006