This has nothing to do with hockey, but I’m traumatized and I think I need some serious drugs and booze to get me through the day.
You have to understand that people my age were tortured beyond belief at the dentist office when we were kids, so most of us, I think it’s safe to say, aren’t big fans of going to get our teeth worked on. In fact, I’d rather have a jackhammer pound my head and body into hardened cement than sit in a dentist’s chair.
At 7:30 this morning I was in the chair, with the dentist hitting the bridge with some sort of hammer to remove it from its glue so he could perform a root canal on the filed-down thing that used to be a tooth underneath the plastic one but was found to be decaying because the plastic one had come loose. My mouth was full of thread and screws and eventually they jammed in this metal thing to take x-rays and I gagged a whole lot and almost emptied out 24 hours of home cooking. The whole thing took an hour an a half. Fuck.
He’s not finished yet. I’m back in a month to get the rest of the root canal done and the permanent glue put on the plastic tooth so it’ll sit nice on top of the filed one. In the meantime, he told me to watch what I eat so I don’t screw up his work.