IF you read this, I hope it's not too late...

Two years before....."You really need to get all four of your wisdom teeth removed," They said.

Three weeks before....
"Schedule it for a Thursday, that way, you'll have the weekend to take it easy and by Monday, you'll be good to go," They said.

After two years of hearing this rhetoric, I finally scheduled myself a harmless,little, old toof extraction at the oral surgeon's. I was to have four teeth removed by appropriately-named, Dr. Hurt. I heard the nurses snicker and sinister chords from a pipe organ resonate in the hall as I said that "Yes, Thursday, Jan. 24 would be fine for surgery."

Last week....
Before I closed my eyes, as the serum invaded my veins, I heard the doctor whisper to the nurse, "Tell Satan to come out of the closet. It's time to surgically implant him in the victim's mouth." I was paralyzed to run.I knew I had been duped by the Dental profession.

Jan. 24, 2008
The cruel hand of fate was dealt and my mouth auctioned to Beelezubub. Who will ever know the truth? Nobody will take me seriously. They say the drugs are making me talk out of my head. I plead to be understood. They must know that something evil has taken place in furthest recesses of my lower jaws but all I get is some jello and pureed soups. Ah more Vicoden...snzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Jan. 25, 2008
My head is three times the size it used to be. Everybody pretends it's not that bad but I can tell by their worried whispers that the experiment has gone dreadfully wrong. They keep feeding me the evil that is pudding and telling me that it's not that bad but I know I look like Eric Stoltz in "Mask". How will this all end? Hasn't Satan done enough? How much humiliation can one person endure?

January 31, 2008
The devil's grip has lessened on my jowls. My will is stronger than his but the sulpher-like smell of death still permeates my breath as a sign of his resistance to all my Lysterine. I will fight you, Lucifer!

Tune in to the rest of the saga....