I have a fear of clowns, balloons, and dentists. As many of you heard on my message I had to see my dentist late last week. On Thursday I waited in the dentist’s lobby for a good 90 minutes and as I sat in the dental chair this guy walks into the room. Now the left side of my face was swollen and I was in a great deal of pain. The guy is a dentist I have never met. He says to me that I must be gorgeous when half my face isn’t twice the size of the other side. To his credit, he speaks pain. So imagine talking to someone with twenty cotton balls in your mouth. I told him, “Who the f-ck are you? Where is Dr. H-? If you think I am going to let you touch me with sharp instruments you must be on dog food.”
Let’s just say that when I am in pain, I am extremely bitchy and tend to spontaneously develop Tourettes.
I left the office and went home to put together an old family remedy which brought down the swelling over time. On Friday my regular dentist was there and was able to permanently reduce the cause of the problem. My dentist rocks. He can do wonders AND you don’t even feel it. That my friends is talent.
So all is well. The pain is gone and I am taking calls again. Yipee!
That’s the phone. So some very lucky bastard gets to chat with yours truly. Talk to you soon.
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