The Diva’s root canal
credit: Dr. Eric Arbuckle Our family has endowed a chair — not at the local university — but at our dentist’s office. You can use it if is not booked. We treat the chair like a fractional ownership of a Gulfstream G4.
The Penta-Posse has busted out more front teeth than an entire hockey team.
Your Business Blogger(R) is also minus a front tooth due to a basket ball mishap. Non-stop dental work is required to correct alterations caused by various bar-fights from decades past.
Dentistry, however modern, builds character…in parents.
I never really trust a man until he’s had a child in a dental chair.
The Diva’s tooth trials began with a base ball bat. One of The Dude’s team mates was out of the dug out.
“Don’t swing that bat in the stands…!”
When contact was made there was a mess: the crying, the wailing, the gnashing of teeth…
And that was just me. Not The Diva. She’s got a high tolerance for pain. She might have even have more testosterone than me.
She also got smacked with a field hockey stick.
So. After a few years of patch work her tooth nerve has been removed, the canal filled, my wallet emptied.
And it still hurts. Me, not The Diva.
This is what passes for suffering in our soft times.
The Diva and Your Business Blogger(R)
on set at the Leadership InstituteThank you (foot)notes:
And this is why the country should vote for John McCain.
He knows real suffering.
Obama knows nothing.
The Diva at a piano recital circa 2004 Sports have been very good to our household. We are looking forward to the benefits of Title IX.