Ugh. I had a
root canal last week. It wasn’t too bad since all of the nerves in my head are
dead anyway, so I didn’t really feel anything. I left the office with three
holes drilled in a molar packed with antibiotics to wage a pogrom against the
Fascists bringing Armageddon to my jaw.
That’s the only
thing holding my tooth together; a crisp coating of enamel, dill holes, and
infection. Maybe some old mashed
potatoes, too. If I’m not careful the whole thing could go kaplooie! Just like
that. I’m not supposed to eat anything on the right side of my face. All of my
eating is to be left handed. Um, face-ed.
No seeds. No
nuclear pop rocks. No ground glass or metal filings. Nothing that might give an
already fractured tooth and excuse to go critical. It still feels weird. The
right side of my jaw wants its turn at the meat grinder.
Have
you ever eaten half chewed food?
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