Sigh.

Lovely day. Gorgeous night. Good friends. Too bad the game turned out to be so disastrous!

Quick thoughts from the antidentite.

I was supposed to finish grading research papers today but instead spent more than a little time with our friendly neighborhood health professionals. Since those papers aren't going anywhere, I'd better run. But before I do, here's a cheap NaBloPoMo post for this wild-and-crazy day.

Does anyone ever brush and floss as thoroughly as they do on the day of the dental appointment?

Is it a bad thing that I don't remember when I got my last crown but I DO remember what the dentist was wearing?

Are TVs in the exam room really a good idea when the show you're sorta forced to watch depicts violence? I mean, I'm all about a good televised distraction, but maybe I don't want to see someone punched in the jaw while I'm having plastic trays jammed into my mouth.

Why, oh WHY would a dentist express her surprise at my lack of pain? Does she not realize that a broken molar might not get me but the power of suggestion will?

Also, could there be two worse words for the dentophobic than ROOT CANAL?

Stay tuned Monday for Part 2: Comfortably Numb.

Cool story.

That Tony Romo's a swell guy