You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
Dieing in the dentist’s chair.
few places are worse in life, no less death.
Maybe the gynaecologist’s stirrups or the latex section of Hustler Hollywood, maybe a San Francisco bath house on Valentines Day.
Many of us are afraid of the dentist. With good reason. This young woman was apparently “deathly” afraid.
Maybe it was the sound of the drill. Maybe it was the feel of cold latex gloves on her tongue.
Maybe it was the bright light blaring into her eyes. That light often has the feel of a CIA water boarding session.
If you are all ready squeamish when it comes to the dentist, this next story might have you missing your next appointment.
According to published reports, a South Britain woman went to her family dentist and then died after having an adverse reaction to some mouthwash he gave her.
What the hell was she swishing with?
Bleach? Rancid Taco Bell? Scope laced with furniture polish?
DATELINE: England
Sacha Rumaner, 30 was having a routine tooth-cleaning. Then she reportedly went into anaphylactic shock.
Was the room filled bees? Did she shotgun raw oysters between flossings. Did a peanut butterfacial cause her to die?
An autopsy proved inconclusive.
With nothing left but conjecture, I say this proves my point. When your time is up, there’s little you can do to stop it.
Whether it’s blood starved hamsters chewing through electrical wires setting your house on fire or a drunk UPS driver delivering live rattle snakes to the senior center, you never know when this day will be your last.
This woman was scheduled to check out on a certain day and time, and she just happens to be in the dentist chair when the clock struck Sianora.
At least she now has sparkling teeth and really fresh breath while checking in at the Pearly Gates.
There’s no explanation for this. Don’t you think she would know if she was allergic to Scope or Listerine or mint julips?
Maybe the dentist killed her, but maybe it was just her time to punch the big clock in the sky.
I for one hope to punch out in the middle of a super model powder puff two hand touch football game in a gigantic hot tub of money.
If you gotta go, you might as well go big.
And that is crazy.™