Crappy week ended with an assault on my face by Dr Kumar of Rooty Hill. He extracted -- with a 'flowing, figure 8 motion' -- a molar that had broken during the week (he was instructing a dentist-in-training during my torture). The molar hadn't just broken -- it had been sheared into an enamel-covered, gum-slashing straight razor. So it's nice to be rid of it, though it still feels like a mule kicked me in the jaw and ate my wallet for good measure.
In case my intuitive ad copy in the right-hand nav didn't grab you, I spent a good part of this perfect autumn day supine with laptop, uploading Aussie shots to my photo gallery.
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Only fitting that a dentist on "Rooty Hill" be in close conjunction of a Orthopaedist from "Clean and Jerk Lane"
You know how those Americans are, with their bad teeth!
Nice to see some pics from the "Adventure of Greatness", never to be confused with that Exit 7A disaster Great Adventure.
Keep on keeping on Yankee Guy,
Another J-Bomb for J-Wall!
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