How do I know? Because today I smelt it (and dealt it) as I lay in horror on the dentist's chair.
The dentist: "And that smell is telling us that there is indeed an infection in there!"
Me: "Ah, uh huh."
She carved out my canal and squirted it with disinfectant. Then I sat up, rinsed and said goodbye as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
But I was shaken. How could my body turn on me like that? Why, it's not my body at all, but just a complex congregation of cells that act purely in their own self interest.
GOOD HEAVENS IT STANK. Shamefully, appallingly, dry-heavingly bad. I knew teeth were a problem, but I had no idea they were capable of such carnage.
Actually, you know what, I can't write anymore. I'm too disgusted with myself to carry on. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go take a hot shower and then lay completely still under the covers contemplating the meaning of life.
Toodle do,
Margaret
1 comment:
Nice socks!
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