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Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
Feb. 21st, 2008 05:48 pmJust back from the set of the remake of Marathon Man the dentist.
Five extractions. I no longer have any molars. Or premolars, which accounted for two of today's evictees. I suspect that when the anesthesia wears off, my life is going to suck.
One thing really annoyed me. We tried to take impressions (a necessity for dentures.) I managed the upper one, but doing the lower triggered my gag reflex so badly that I spit the damn form out with enough force for it to hit the wall. I hate that I cannot control my body's reactions for one freaking minute. This needs to be done. There is no other option. I have to control this.
( Now, whinging about work. )
Five extractions. I no longer have any molars. Or premolars, which accounted for two of today's evictees. I suspect that when the anesthesia wears off, my life is going to suck.
One thing really annoyed me. We tried to take impressions (a necessity for dentures.) I managed the upper one, but doing the lower triggered my gag reflex so badly that I spit the damn form out with enough force for it to hit the wall. I hate that I cannot control my body's reactions for one freaking minute. This needs to be done. There is no other option. I have to control this.
( Now, whinging about work. )
