Januar 4, 2010
Sooo…for my third visit at the dentist, I chose a new doctor, just for the novelty of it…and because he had the advantage of being open today.
The third visit brought the third diagnosis. Apparently, it’s not guerrilla karies, after all. It’s my cold. That’s right. The cold I’ve been carrying around with me for two months now. I’ve developed complications from a common fucking cold.
The good news is, this makes a bizarre sort of sense and is easily remedied.
The bad news is, I’m getting this kind of grief and three unnecessary fillings because of a common fucking cold. (*laughs hysterically*)
Somehow, I’m convinced that if I went to another dentist, they’d suggest that it’s Lupus. Then they’d be contradicted and humiliated by an older (and more interesting) dentist, who’d consult with his best friend and diagnose me with small cell lung cancer. Then the chemo would very nearly kill me before said older (and more interesting) dentist would gaze meditatively at a glass of water and have the epiphany that it was all because I stubbed my toe in a swimming pool at the age of four. I would then be saved through a toenail-transplant and make a full recovery.
Or, you know, it could just be a really, really annoying cold.