When I got my teeth fixed earlier this month, the dentist said there was a remote chance that the filling would not be enough and I might have to come back and have my root canal be taken care of. In my mind, a remote chance is like winning the lottery: something you know exists but ultimately never happens to you. For instance, I never won the lottery (one could argue that I only played once but that’s beside the point). A remote chance is something that happens to someone else every now and then to make you feel like there was a risk of this person being you. However, it should never ever be you. It just does not really exists. A remote chance, is like aliens, the big foot and french military victories: a myth. This blatant display of statistical ignorance is coming form the fact, as you guessed, than I’m in a f**king pain right row because the remote chance that my tooth would hurt again actually happened. To make things funnier, I fly tomorrow evening (Wednesday) to Nice for a conference to give a talk with a presentation I still haven’t finished because I can’t focus on anything with this pain. -_-

Anyway, since I begged them to take care of me as soon as possible, my dentist (a colleague of hers actually) will treat me tomorrow by noon so that I can go to my conference in time. So now, with the clock ticking, I’m already becoming a bit anxious but I don’t know what is the worst to overcome: the pain or the fear of the dentist. I thought my previous (quite smooth) experience somewhat cured me from this fear but… well, I guess the very fact I’m back where I started a month later reduced my newly found faith in dentists.

The bottomline is: I might be a bit of a crybaby but, after all, that’s my blog, isn’t it? Why couldn’t I, for once, dive into an endless pool of self centered and self indulgent considerations and just feel sorry for myself like every other teenager does on their blogs? … Yes, probably because I’m 30 years old and, in 12h from now, I’ll be relieved of my pain to spend the rest of the week in Nice and Marseilles… Fair enough, I’ll quit whining but don’t tell anyone I was! Seriously, no word about that, Shut your mouth! And this is the lamest transition ever to introduce a video but, listen to this song and watch the video until the end, I love it and hope you will as well.

I hope my shaky English allows everyone to understand that I’m not doing so bad after all. I had a rough afternoon but I’m finally feeling better. I’m really glad the dentist accepted to take care of me so fast and I’m going to enjoy my time in Marseilles this week-end. My first trip ever in this town! Thanks, by the way, to everyone who cheered me up with my teeth problems (part 1 or part 2).
PS: Don’t you think this song is great ?

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