This morning my dentist's office calls and leaves a message to confirm my appointment tomorrow at 1pm. Funny, I don't remember making an appointment. The last time I was there was for my cleaning and they told me I don't have another appointment until six months from now. I call back to find out what this appointment was for.
An extraction
No way, not me, no sirree Bob! Then they tried to talk me into a root canal, a procedure that was purely elective (and totally not covered by my insurance) if I decided to fix my front tooth via porcelain veneer. No thanks. Then they tried to talk me into making an appointment for braces. I'm still thinking about that one. I'd only have to have em on for six months. Ok, now this entry is getting really boring. How about a picture??
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