Of Teeth

I love short visits to the dentist. I had one that was about thirty minutes long this morning, and it was lovely, except for that gag reflex that I so much hate. Next time, there will be x-rays, but I have six months to brace myself for that act of torture.

I do feel sorry for Mandy, though. She went to the orthodontist earlier this week, and they did something to her mouth. Now she's having trouble eating because her mouth is in pain. She says this is worse than having her wisdoms removed because she could still chew with her front teeth, but now she can't even do that. She's been hungry ever since then and has managed to eat some things. I think her mouth still hurts, but I'm not sure if the pain is going away or not.