New Legs

And so, it turns out that I needed an emergency root canal for my toothly woes. Sure, it wasn’t what I had expected or hoped for, but trying not to be my regular pessimistic self, I sought out the humor in it all.

Apparently, dentists have something called dental ice. From what I could tell, it looked like a dental pick sprayed with liquid nitrogen. Regardless of what it actually is, it sure FEELS like a dental pick sprayed with liquid nitrogen. And it’s almost minty in taste - sort of like liche.

Anyhow, the idea is that they shove this thing into your tooth to test for cold sensitivity on your exposed nerve. Two questions came to mind in the instant that it was plunged into the gaping hole of my #3 molar: (1) Why does the cold sensitivity test involve something that would likely give my arm a freeze burn? and (2) Why does this test have to be done when I already filled out a form that asked me if my tooth was sensitive to cold and I checked the YES box?

So, instead of asking these two negative questions, I instead pointed out that it was like mint ice-cream with a punch in the face.

And we all had a good laugh.

Favorite Skin Flick of All Time: Bolero

IMDB it, sucka.

On my way in to work today, I passed by two guys playing guitars.  One guy was also playing the harmonica.  The other was using his foot on a kick drum and singing.  It made me feel rather lazy.

Also, I broke a tooth some time in the past few days.