Just "filling" you in...

I knew I should have tossed that chicken. But no, I'm too cheap. Just because it cooked for 3 hrs, is bone-dry and hard... Lost my filling again. 3rd/4th time. Cheryl graciously took charge of my students while I went to call my dentist. "We're out of the office for Spring Break...We'll be back on MONDAY?!!" Not cool. I now have an exposed nerve with a direct line to my brain. Hot/Cold/Air/Anything makes it hurt. So I take a 'lil excursion through the yellow pages. Hmmm, how about this one? "We don't take your insurance." Neither did the second group. Okay, fine. How much will this cost? $35...I am so in! When can you see me? 3:00? I'll be there. The "new" dentist happened to be a guy with really big hands. (Ever seen a snake eat something really big? You know how their jaws unhinge? Apparently he has too.) I had decided to like him when he said I had a small mouth (hahahahaha!!), until he started in with the air gun. Yup, prolonged blasts on my poor 'lil nerve. I'm laying there blinking, my body stiff as a board, thinking "okay, 10 more seconds and we forget the whole thing!" He tells me I'm brave. I consider letting him live. Then he decides to scrape it out, for good measure. More blinking and self-restraint. (He was a big guy, but at that moment I'm sure I could have sent him through the wall!) Then he smears a little putty on my tooth, and says that I'm good until I can go to my dentist and have it fixed. Oh goody. I can hardly wait.
PS He didn't charge me the $35. Next time I'll give 'em a blank check and tell them to bring on the painkillers!