One of the important, yet unenjoyable parts, of coming home are doctor appointments. Last Thursday I had to go to the dentist for my regular cleaning and it's just torture. It's not like it scares me or anything, it's just a pain. You're laying there looking up at a ceiling wishing that the ceiling was a TV so you weren't completely bored while you keep your mouth open wide constantly that your cheek muscles hurt later. During all of this they're attacking your teeth with more metal than what's on the periodic table. It's insane, annoying, and painful, but it has to be done. It just definitely was not a good welcome home gift.
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