Thursday, March 3, 2011
Every time I tried to swallow I would gag on my tonsils, but my only other option was to drool instead.
My numb tongue felt fat and swollen. When I spoke I slurred my words similar to an uncle that liked to polish off a bottle of Gin discretely in the back bathroom at Christmas.
The left side of my face was asleep, and when I smiled I resembled a stroke victim. My teeth were big and the inside of my cheek was bleeding.
As karma had it, I broke a tooth the other day while flossing. And that broken tooth, broke my seven year boycott of the dentist.
I forgot how fun it was to get a Novocaine shot. My dentist kindly reminded me.
"Mom, thoo you wanth me thoo thake a thower afther thinner?" Amaya asked as she imatated me.
Yeah, she's a hoot.