Quite recently, I broke my face. What happened was, I engaged in some sort of dangerous bike-riding activity while out of my face, and managed to topple to the concrete head-first and break off my two front teeth. While out of town in San Francisco on an otherwise lovely visit to my friend Nick with another friend, Bari.
When I returned to LA, I went to Dr. Dorfman, dentist to the stars, and got some root canals, got some temporary veneers. I am not allowed to bite down with these temporary veneers, so I have to bite only with the side of my teeth. This is problematic, on occasion. Dr. Dorfman suggested I get caps on the two teeth next to my front teeth, which were crooked. My parents concurred. I did not, but I'm poor and my parents pay health-related expenses so they blackmailed me into getting prettier teeth.
Last Friday, I went to the dentist to get replacement temporaries for my front teeth. They also destroyed two perfectly good teeth to put prettier ones in. No more slightly imperfect smile for Catie.
Maybe the best part? Scored viccodin.
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