You knows what really rocks?
Waking up waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay late on a Saturday and discovering a filling floating loose in your mouth.
And sadly, not someone else’s filling. My own.
Ouch, says I. And without dental insurance, stable income, or even a dentist that owes me a favor, I think I might just have to learn to live with some pain for a bit.
Damn it.
Not my life, these days. It’s just not my life.
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