I Can Kill You With My Brain

I had some dental work done the other day, bordering on oral surgery, and it wasn’t fun.  Actually, I’m overreacting.  The appointment itself didn’t take nearly as long as I thought it would and there was almost no pain.  The only pain I felt was quickly taken care of by an extra little dose of numbing agent to that area of my mouth.  After the numbness went away, my mouth was a bit sore where the most extensive work was done, but that was it.  I went to bed and the soreness was gone in the morning.  I should really be quite happy with how everything went.

Yet, I hated it.  Call me crazy, but I’m not a fan of miniature power tools being used in my mouth.  It was on my mind and bothering me for hours before the appointment.  Here it is two days later and I still can’t get it out of my head.  It probably doesn’t help that I have to go back in two weeks for them to finish the procedure.  Can you guess whether or not I’m looking forward to that?  Hint: I’m not.

Why can’t our teeth be made of diamonds?  They’re incredibly strong, shiny, and would likely need little to know maintenance.  You certainly wouldn’t break off a piece of your tooth from biting down incorrectly on a popcorn kernel if your tooth was made out of diamonds.  You wouldn’t get cavities in something that is impenetrable by almost every other item on this planet; at least every other item on this planet that you’d put into your mouth.  Also, you’d probably come out ahead and make some money when you would have your wisdom teeth removed.  You could sell those puppies or even keep them for yourself as new earrings.