I have one word for you today: Floss. I am going to the dentist in an hour to get 2 fillings, and I have to say that I would way rather use this money to buy a plane ticket.
We Canadians have this fabulous, if eroding, national health care thingy, but somehow, our tax dollars pay for athlete's foot, but not rotting teeth.
I have put in my time a year no less in a creativity-squashing job at our nation's public broadcaster, and have yet to tap into that much-cherished boon known as dental coverage.
Ach, I am already anticipating the dreaded mouth needle that goes deep into your cheek and tastes offensively bitter. And that cold prickly face-feeling. Please feel sorry for me.
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