Monday, September 10, 2007

Floss the Pain Away

This morning I made a dental promise: Wednesday at 9 a.m., I will visit the Goth Dentist himself, owner of 30 pitch-black rental properties in Olympia.

I'm not excited. But I'm less excited about facing another day of 2000 mg of ibuprofen to control the lightning rod of metallic blinding white pain that shoots through my face, jaw, and head. Just take it, please take it out and put it in a little blue plastic suitcase as my prize and send me on my way. My liver will say THANK YOU.