At my regular cleaning a month ago, the dentist found one of my molars was cracked so I scheduled the series of appointments needed for getting a crown. Today was the day for the first part of this process. I’d forgotten how much numbing would be required but knew that having my face and tongue feel 4 times their normal size was a good thing in this case.
“So you realize you need a soft dinner tonight, right?” the dentist asked.
“Yup. Edaleen milkshake,” I slobbered with my clumsy mouth remembering the new ice cream shop I’d passed on my way in.