Well I went to the denist today. I cracked one of my front teeth, which also happens to be one of the same ones that I knocked out when I was a kid. So you can just imagine the joy I was in to go. It’s not like I don’t like dentist, I just don’t like someone looking in my mouth talking and expecting to get a reponce from me. I mean really? WTF? It is ridiculous.
After some x-rays the tech says, “ah yes it is broken,” no shit, why in the world world I come here if it wasn’t broken?
So then the dentist walks in and tells me I have to see a specialist, REALLY? WTH? I am not winning lately with doctors.
Next week! YES next week it will be fixed, God willing. Man did I wish I could go into a mania and send the entire office to hell.