I will be so pretty with my new glasses and my new tooth. Brush your teeth children, and floss, floss, floss. So you never have to go through this. I remember the first time this tooth gave me trouble, we were on a school trip to Düsseldorf to see a Sigmar Polke show. Some girl gave me a homeopathic ointment, as if that was going to do anything. It resulted of course in a root canal, and I must say, the little tooth held until this Summer, so that is pretty good. In June it broke off, on a piece of bread, and my dentist glued it back. Then I went on my trip to Amsterdam and it broke again, but I managed to keep it in my mouth. And now finally, the implant process. The stupid root came out in five pieces or so. The breaking sound alone. And the brute force this gentle surgeon had to use and was trying to hide. Floss children, floss.
