Next week I start another round of my favorite activity:  painful ongoing dental procedures. Two years ago I underwent an “extraction” that I think more properly should be called an “excavation”:  It involved blowing up the existing tooth, digging and hauling bits out of my jaw, and waiting months while the smoke cleared from the blast hole before something new could be erected. Don’t even ask about what starts next week. Just feel sorry for me and please send cash.

But now I’m thinking I should have gone another route, a route I may choose in the future:  just growing new teeth.

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