Oh the joys of dental work
PR 16:31 Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained by a righteous life. Well my grey hair is discreetly camouflaged and my heavenly crown is waiting on me but for now my new crown, on my tooth that is, is causing me some discomfort. My dentist is wonderful and the most unpleasant part about the entire procedure was the squeamish feeling that pulsed through me every time I heard the shrill high pitched sound of the drill. The interesting sounds of the various apparatus employed to suck out the saliva and other debris, well lets just say there were sounds coming out of my mouth that were less than flattering and more characteristic of Saturday morning cartoons. My tongue is thick, I sound like Mushmouth from Fat Albert, my lips are numb and tingling and I am drinking out of the side of my mouth and I am getting hungry and I know that it is too soon to try to eat anything. whine, whine, whine........ Bwessingssss Woobin