As a part of my action-packed birthday-centered festivities, I went to the dentist this morning. And, despite my decay-resistant teeth and good flossing habits, she found something.
I have uneven tongue calluses, for which I am to visit an oral surgeon. Mistaking my look of incredulity for one of concern, she rushed to assure me that it was not something urgent. Thank god. I can sleep now.
I just knew she wasn't going to live up to the standards of my dude who retired.
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