
Well, I started feeling better a few hours ago which means the medication must be working. Normally, this is the point when I would try to weasel out of the appointment in the morning, but I'm experienced enough to know better than to try this time.

The fact is, my teeth and I are dangerously close to parting ways. You see, I'm a a teeth gnasher. A grinder. I suffer from severe sleep bruxism, which means I don't grind during my waking hours... only in my sleep. Very much the same as Mr. Snoots being a Midnight Rambler. Neither of us knows that we're doing what we do because we are, well... asleep!
As a result of this I have thus far lost a total of 3 teeth, two of which were glued into place by the dentist, which I'm truly grateful for. Unfortunately, I remember him telling me the last time that I can't lose any more, which is why I had to have the nightmarish root canal during which I discovered I am claustrophobic. It was not a pleasant experience by any means. It was truly horrifying. I'm really freaking out now but know I can't back out this time.
Stay tuned to see if I get to have another thrilling root canal or if they just yank all those suckers out and slap some choppers between my lips. I might die if that happens...
And, on top of all this I decided to trim my hair today and got a bit carried away. It looks absolutely horrible! I don't know what I was thinking and now I have to live with it like this. Ugh! So, has anyone ever gotten hair extensions? Hmmm?