“Mmmnmfff! Shit…this has got to end quick” I was thinking.
I had a Marine trained dental surgeon pulling, pushing, grabbing and cracking one of my old crowned teeth that has seen it’s last days.
There’s that strange sound of green wood cracking as that molar came loose. Then, then that old taste I remember as a little kid, the taste of my own jaw bone. Ugh! Old memories, even olfactory ones, never are forgotten.
Now I sit here with a wad of gauze in my mouth, stemming the bleeding and I’m drooling over a Novocain-ed lower lip as well. I look sooo sexy!
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