There’s nothing like going to the dentist in the rain. It’s much better than going on a beautiful day. Once in there, I lay in the torture chair and waited for the periodontal dentist to remove my stitches, the music of Billie Holiday playing quietly in the background. I had a conversation with the nurse (in Spanish) as to whether soothing music was better during surgery or something more uptempo, Iron Maiden maybe, but then Billie Holiday had more misery in her life than Bruce Dickinson ever did, so perhaps she is more appropriate after all.
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