I used to hate going to the dentist, and if my dentist is reading this, I don’t mean you. I mean the one I went to before you.
Now, when I go to the dentist, I make a day of it, sleep in, breakfast in bed. I put on clean underwear in case something goes horribly wrong.
At work, I bullshit around and have a wine cooler anesthetic for lunch.
“Open.”
“Wider.”
“Good.”
“Relax.”
He drills.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
“Remarkable.”
“Never seen anything like it.”
Once, he found the tooth fairy inside; pulled her out.
She was chewed up.
And nearly dead.
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