Come back, I misses you :(
Your vacation is FAR too long. My body fell apart in your absence, and now I'm repairing it with the help of like fifty dentists and oral surgeons. So far I've seen Dr. Morrero, Dr. Goldschtein (the male dentist who I suspected might've been hitting on me a little), Dr. Monteleone, Dr. Kessler, and a girl whose name I didn't get. I didn't really understand how dentistry worked before this. I thought you got set up with whoever you made an appointment with, in which case I would've only seen Morrero and Monteleone (the latter of two is one of the coolest last names I've ever heard. It's pronounced Mon-ta-Lee-Oh-nee. I like it a lot). Actually I'm not sure if I met with Monteleone or Morrero because no one introduced themselves except for Kessler and the htiting-on-me-guy, who I'm assuming was Goldschtein even though it was HIS office and he's only 32. I didn't hear his name. I was like, Hi blue eyes. Sorry my teeth are icky. But I had three x-ray people if they weren't dentists. People kept taking xrays of me. In the first office, they took three separate x-rays. One was when they put me in the dentist chair and put this thing in my mouth that looked like a clamp and xrayed me with the above machine. The other two were this huge panoramic xray machine where they made me stand and put this little bit of metal in my mouth while this thing circled my head. The xray I got today was like that too, but more effective. In today's xray, I got to sit in a little chair. They made me place my chin on this chin-holder thing and put the chair as close as they could to my back, then adjusted it so it made my teeth seem like they were clamping together. Then he told me not to swallow--all of a sudden I had to fight the impulse to swallow. I just looked around while the machine started circling my head. Their technology after that was actually really cool. The xray had generated this 3-D image of my mouth on the computer even with the outline of my skull and everything. You could look at my teeth from all angles, and then there was also the panoramic view next to that. I'm excited that I'm going in a step towards the right direction for good oral health and hygeine.
They say that ideally they'd like to remove all eleven teeth in one sitting. Four of those are wisdom teeth. My molars are so fucked up I didn't even notice I had them and they'd impacted and everything. Most of the others are molars, and I think one bicuspid. They're leaving me with one molar which I think they have to crown because it's pulled itself down in the absence of proper bottom molars. Then they're gonna give me the partials. They said while I have the partials I could be saving up for the dental implants that I'll probably want to get when I'm more financially able. I think that's a good idea.
I know I've been talking non-stop about my teeth for the entire week, but if you were here I'd have you to discuss it with instead of going on and on about it in these blogs. I know it probably doesn't interest you the way it does me, but I think it's fascinating. I'm not even the least bit scared about my operation, though I'd still prefer you or someone else went with me, if for no other reason than to prevent the dentist from raping me in my sleep. Jay says that happens.
I miss you so much, and I have so much to discuss with you. I have to tell you about Andrew's intellectual failures in a debate with me and us fighting a lot while you were gone. Wow, my dad just said, "As long as the truck and as wide" but I heard "as long as he's fucking his wife." ...What the hell, lol. Anyway, I can't wait to see you again, to lay in your arms and play Pokemon with you, to sit on your lap and watch the Simpsons. I can't believe you've only been gone a week. It feels like an eternity. Come back to me, it's almost easy...
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