I remembered the words
of parenting advice my friend Sara Schott
gave me 20 years ago at
Woodlawn park zoo. "A little fear is a good thing."
Fear of Dry Socket kept me in line. That meant a do-over jaw bone graft.
It
wasn't so bad following Dr. Dan's orders to lay low
and stay on a
liquid diet for four days after my
tooth extraction and bone graft.
Except my pity party combined with my milkshake diet
caused me gained five pounds.
Laughing gas is the only way I can get through dental work.
Before I went too silly I told Doctor Dan I expected a good story
like his Iraq war field dental work story which was engrossing
and entertained me through my last dental implant last year.
This time he had a whopper about a nurse who smuggled home
a laughing gas tank and accidentally killed her boyfriend
during hanky panky.
(If you are too young to know that expression
you shouldn't be reading this)
During his break between yanking my tooth and
cramming the hole with cadaver bone I had to get one joke in,
"Whataya doin'? Digging to China?"
(It was funnier after a full tank of nitrous oxide)
I was laying on the couch a week and a half later,
still feeling miserable, when the doorbell rang.
My delightful hairdresser, Janet Ferris, had
brought me a present. It is a large framed picture
of a California quail.
I'm not obsessed with quail!
Me Dental Work Jokes digging to china?
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