the dentist! Not only is it bad in Canada, it's excrutiating in other places too. I miss Dr. Tucker. You never realize how vulnerable of a place your mouth is, until you are lying on your back with two strangers talking in a language you don't understand, passing needles, scalpals and other shiny, metal, sharp utensils to be used in your mouth. Half way through my experience, they decided to use local anesthisia (yeah, I can't spell that word), they were a little enthusiastic about this, and 2 doses later, I could not feel my entire left side. Which made for an interesting bike ride home (don't worry, I only fell once, and that's funny, cause it's true).
I guess on the plus side, I haven't seen any king cobras on this trip, and I don't anticipate that to be happening either.
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