It sounds so dramatic, doesn't it? To have one's face drilled. And no, I didn't take a soccer ball to the face. There was a time in my life when such a phrase would have meant precisely that, but this is not that time.
No, I had to have a filling replaced. Seems I clench my teeth (no, really? stress? me?), and I had cracked a rather old metal filling. So today I got a snazzy new amalgam, and a half frozen face. All in less than an hour. The anaesthetic is starting to wear off, so I have that lovely tingly feeling, in addition to the lingering pain of the injections and the several times that I've bitten my cheek in the interim.
My dentist has tvs hovering over the exam chairs though, so I got to watch US v Haiti soccer match. (Hey. Soccer again. Twice in one post. Totally unintentional. What's that mean?). We were up 2-0 when she finished, but honestly I think the Haitians were playing better. I'm a dentist's chair expert on these things, you know.
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