Ladies, it is both a blessing and a curse that my dentist looks like a young, slightly less bulky Vin Diesel. A blessing for the obvious reasons... picture me, laid out on a dentist's torture table chair thing, squirming in pain and then, in walks V. Diesel DDS... oh mama. He's all smiles and 100% of his attention is on yours truly. I melted, I swear I did. He's all whispers and gentleness asking me to open my mouth as he probes its depths with his fingers... and there I am breathless thinking the pain has finally caused me to go off the deep end.

He talks a little about what may be causing my pain and it's strange because I am not feeling anything... just a slightly woozy proximity high and a teensy tiny (miniscule) ammount of guilt that "Holy cow he's touching me and damn, I forgot I have a husband...but oh baby look at those eyes!!!" is running through my head. He taps my teeth and miraculously I can't feel it.

Of course, as soon as he left I was in pain again. I have a mild infection and my wisdom tooth is making another push. I need 2 extractions once the infection clears up. (I could go for a root canal on one with a crown lengthening but it's a back tooth and like $1000. hahaha no way)

Angela

PS
The whole vin diesel thing is so true and that was before I got on the vicodin. When I got home on vicodin I was feeling better until it wore off. This is part of a message to a friend, still on the dregs of the lovely v.

[21:03] k_diva: ow! like omg. I was just laying in bed, asleep in a vicodin haze and I fell in a rocket-fast plummet straight from my high and into pain

[21:04] k_diva: there wasn't a slow curve out of my painkiller induced trip to the land of La La, instead it was a screeching halt and a rather rude, somewhat confusing "Get off!" as if I'd been hauled from a fun house ride and shouted at before being deposited right back in the front again. ow