Yes I had prenatal vitamins, yes I took them...cough cough most of the time.
But about halfway through the populating of our family, my teeth started falling out.....with a little help of dental surgeons, pliers and a lot of force.
Today I'm still without two teeth. Gasp!
I know...I know....but my smile is so pretty, I couldn't possibly be missing teeth.
Tonight, I'm proud to report, I will go under the knife again. But this time my dentist doesn't speak more than 10 words in English and she's half my age...well, she looks half my age. She also requires the assistance of another dentist. (Ummm....is she qualified...now that I think about it I didn't see her degree on the wall. And I think she said something about a correspondence class she took from America....)
Not only does she need help, she scheduled my surgery for 8:30 on a Friday night.
I was half expecting her to give me an address for another location that sort of looks like this....
Long dark hallways with an occasional scream coming from behind it's many locked doors.
I haven't watched a horror movie in over 10 years. But I promise you...my mind is visualizing somethings I wish I could forget. (I can hear the screech...screech...screech from Friday the 13th!!.....and did you know there is an official website for this movie? Someone should really do something about this...but not me. As soon as I saw Jason's mask come into view, I was out of there.)
My only consolation is the tiny orange pill she gave me to take about an hour before I arrive at her backyard garage...I mean office.
She gave it to me with a twinkle in her eye and said one of her 10 English words ......."relax"
And that is just what I intend to do.
Have a great weekend folks. Mine will be filled with gauze, blood, pain killers and jello....IF I make it out alive.
Now where is my orange pill?
