Recasting: Part Deux

The casting was brief today, but Dr Eric assured me it was nothing I could have done to help or hinder the faulty casts last time. Moreover, he still had to take 2 impressions of the top side -bleck.

My tongue is numb and neither juice, Triskets, nor soup can remove that sour taste.

Ran out of floss
I can't believe that I actually ran out of floss today. Unbelievable. I never run out of floss. I always have several of those goofy little floss containers floating around in my travel kit, getting in my way as I'm trying to find my tweezers to pluck the sneaky hairs that fill in my gorilla brows. I have no hair on my head, but God forbid I should go without in my hybrid brows that my only two French ancestors gave me.

Proudly adorned with prominent company logos, I finally acquiesced (months ago) to seek out those pesky containers mysteriously filled with string. Hmm. I thought using my strong fingernails (my only redeeming body part) were supposed to pull the husks out from post popcorn fest each night.

Ever see that monkey that smells his fingers after prodding himself?


Well, that's how my fingers smelled after flossing today. I'm guessing that's why my dentist now wears a mask -I thought it was because he didn't want to be identified.

Recasting

Got a call today from the office asking me to come in for another casting. Whaaaaa?

Evidently, Dr Eric's office just got an email indicating that the molds weren't good enough. And they're contacting him... now?

Anyway, I couldn't schedule for anything this week because over the weekend, I came down with a raging headcold. I must've brought the germs home with me after fondling the glossies at the gym that I recently got reacquainted with last week. Or, perhaps it was the germ ridden 2 year old that visited last week...