Another bridge crossed...
...literally, this time. My 26-year-old bridge has been removed today. My dentist, who's a true gem, says I can have the new one next monday. So, now I have holes in my mouth of the size of a troll cave (I mean the holes, not my mouth), tender spots where the old brige has sunk too deeply into my flesh, and I itch from the inside like crazy... Sitting through teachers' conferences tomorrow sill be such a joy - NOT!
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What I truly dread are the days after the new bridge gets glued on. Those will be really unpleasant, I'm afraid.
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