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kz_blogoramblingIt's a sorry thing to have a semi-crush on your oral surgeon, because it's hard to invent reasons to go back to see him. It's not like I'm going to pray for some extra wisdom teeth to appear in my jaw.
But I do have a legit reason to see him--implants. Not the kind that will enable me to seek lucrative employment as a pole dancer--the kind in your mouth.
Anyway, I've got two missing molars and an apparent need to spend a couple of thousand of dollars in a place where no one can see it. I'm a good candidate for implants, as it turns out, except one of my other teeth has rolled forward into the space. If they put an implant+crown next to it as it is now, I'll be picking chicken out of the crevice after every meal.
But one alternative is to first go see an orthodontist and get some kind of brace-like thing to yank that tooth back where it belongs. As the oral surgeon's receptionist was doing the check-out paperwork, she mistakenly assumed I was ready to schedule the implant surgery. I stopped her, saying I had to "arrange for some orthodonture."
And I'm telling you people, it was like in slow motion....the world slowed on its axis as the first syllable of that last word came out of my mouth, and I felt myself acquiring a southern drawl. Before I could help myself, before I could stop myself, I pronounced the rest of the word JUST like Dot in Raising Arizona.
I'm not sure, if I had to do it again, I could say it otherwise.
But I do have a legit reason to see him--implants. Not the kind that will enable me to seek lucrative employment as a pole dancer--the kind in your mouth.
Anyway, I've got two missing molars and an apparent need to spend a couple of thousand of dollars in a place where no one can see it. I'm a good candidate for implants, as it turns out, except one of my other teeth has rolled forward into the space. If they put an implant+crown next to it as it is now, I'll be picking chicken out of the crevice after every meal.
But one alternative is to first go see an orthodontist and get some kind of brace-like thing to yank that tooth back where it belongs. As the oral surgeon's receptionist was doing the check-out paperwork, she mistakenly assumed I was ready to schedule the implant surgery. I stopped her, saying I had to "arrange for some orthodonture."
And I'm telling you people, it was like in slow motion....the world slowed on its axis as the first syllable of that last word came out of my mouth, and I felt myself acquiring a southern drawl. Before I could help myself, before I could stop myself, I pronounced the rest of the word JUST like Dot in Raising Arizona.
I'm not sure, if I had to do it again, I could say it otherwise.
