So I went to the dentist, and both the hygienist and dentist vigorously averred that I take excellent care of my dentalage, but in spite of my regular brushing and flossing, I have a leeettle problem.
It's the abominable wisdom tooth.
I had two extracted about 21 years ago, right after I got married. Bad scene, man. (Gas + me = bad scene.) I won't even go there. Suffice it to say that it was so bad that the experience has been the driving force in my oral hygiene all these years.
But apparently, the physiology of my tooth is my undefeatable nemesis.
Anyway, they used this new little tool in my mouth. (By the way, why does it seem that every time I go to the dentist, there is some kind of new tool? They must have a dental slave camp where dentists are locked up and forced to work 24-7 to come up with new tools and procedures. Like that one where they puff cold air on your teeth because it helps them see plaque better.) Anyway, so they used this tool in my mouth that they hovered over each tooth, which caused the tool to emit a "beep, beep, beep," sort of like a truck backing up.
When they got to the abominable tooth, it went "BEEEEEEEP-BEEP-OHMYGOSH-WARNING, WARNING-BEEP-POSSIBLE NUCLEAR FALLOUT!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, DOCTOR, BEEEEEEP!!!"
I started laughing even while the tool was still in my mouth because immediately I got this picture of a little man with a metal detector yelling, "Thar's gold in thar!" Sort of like Yukon Cornelius finding the Bumble. So now I have to do this, I guess. I dropped my x-rays off at the oral surgeon's office today.
Question 1: Why do all dental offices have that same odor?
Question 2: Did you ever feel sorry for the Bumble when Hermey pulled out all of his teeth which forced him over a cliff? Now that's a bad trip, man.