Roots, The Sequel

Alas, my final appointment was this morning on my epic root canal. Just needed an hour to sew things up. She gets to the part where she jams the little thingies down the roots and takes a final xray to make sure they look right. "Hmmm." Better just do another xray. "Weird." The dental assistant now has to take a look. She has to remove the little thingies and try again. Another xray. And another. "Okay, well, I guess we'll just have to close up and see how it goes." This is not what I want to hear. So I say "Mm, em, mmbhhh, ggzzgggejhjdjsksl," which is enough to get them to take the crap out of my mouth. "What's going on," I ask. "Mr. Harris, you are an anatomical anomaly." I guess that about summarizes it. But I'm done. Unless, of course, I'm not. But then what fun is being an anomaly if you can't be confused and proud at the same time.