I had a morbid thought the other day.
(My friends, wide-eyed, are surely clasping their pearls and sarcastically saying, “No way!”)
But yes, I was sitting in the chair at the periodontist’s office struggling to control my shaking while he removed stitches from the roof of my mouth when the thought came to me. After four long years of dental work to fix the mess I made of my face, three different dentistry offices have taken about 1,000 x-rays of my mouth. Oh sure, most of them will show the work in progress (from battered/bruised face and fractured jaw to missing teeth to deep cleaning to braces to retainers to implants). However, the most recent ones will accurately reveal the state of my teeth.
That’s when I realized that if I ever get murdered, the police will have access to plenty of current x-rays to match to my corpse.
Yes, I’ve been watching/listening to a lot of true crime lately. Can you tell?
One Comment
Courtney Mroch
LOL! Glad you can find the humor in your ordeal. In a dark and twisted way that I love. Also glad it sounds like you’re on the mend.