The Teeth From Hell Strike Again!
Yes. I was at the dental school all day today. It was supposed to be a 3 hour tour (where did I hear that one from, Gilligan?).
A few weeks ago, JC talked me into doing a root canal instead of having my tooth pulled. Today he discovered it’s a type II root canal.
He learned a lot from today’s 6 hour marathon.
I broke off part of a back tooth eating French Toast. JC looked it over and said, “That looks bad.”
I said, “If it needs a root canal, it’s getting pulled.”
He said, “Okay.”
Now that’s progress!
Here’s my really bad poem for the week:
ODE TO MY OVERWORKED DENTAL STUDENT
I don’t feel much like talkin’
I’ve got the teeth from hell
Been sittin’ in a dental chair
and don’t feel very well.
Wore out my dental student
now he’s ready to bail.
I don’t feel much like drinkin’
been spillin’ all my tea
and water ain’t no different
there’s not much left of me.
’cause my root canals are crazy
they ain’t worth the degree.
If it’s a dental problem
as rare as scentless crap
my dental student’s seen it
when I open up my yap.
He’s home recuperating
with a 10 hour nap.