My pandemic has a first name, it's S-W-I-N-E
My pandemic has a second name, it's P-A-N-I-C
I read about it everyday, it's pretty freaky I have to saaaaayyy
Cause porcine panic has a way with mu-tay-tee-ing R-N-A.
In other news, the effed up tooth full of effing trolls throwing ninja stars at my sinuses? Dentist finds nothing. Acts like he's never heard, in the whole wide world, of anyone ever having heat sensitivity in a tooth with no nerves left in it. I was like, "Uh, doc, the interwebs say that my face is going to rot off." He was all, "Probably not. Would you like a z-pack just to be safe?" And I was all, "I guess so." And he was all, "Let me know if it keeps hurting, and we'll send you to an endodontist." And I was all, "A what? Like for my uterine lining?" And he was all, "No."
Then, the lady working at front desk said maybe I have squirrely roots.
So, all in all, a very successful trip to the dentist!
Now it's time for the swine flu zombies to have a look. Bastards are booked through June, though. That's what I get for waiting.