jammed jaw

Made it in and out of the dentist's without his assistant, a "35 hour week" activist, scolding me for being late. Bonus, my lunchtime visit to the French dentist today must have been one of my first ever without the ritual parental-like reprimanding "now, stop eating those sweets!". Yeay-hey. No filling work on these choppers - just a warning from the dentist: "stop brushing so fast&harsh, you're hurting your gums!" I guess I never know how fast it is, cause I am usually doing something else at the same time. But I wouldn't dare tell him that. Dr. Teeth also questioned my toothbrush: "what brush do you have?" to which I responded: "Er, you know Lidl?" It ended up being quite funny as I ended up attempting to explain the consistency of the brushes of a 29 euro-cent brush. I thought I'd turn the focus back to him and I asked him why he liked hanging out in peoples' smelly caves anyway. It became quite the discussion. Less fun: Dr. Teeth confirmed the urgency for this occlusodentist appointment in Paris. Turns out, I have been sliding my jaw into place very wrong after it gets stuck. Supposedly I run the risk of breaking the hinge bone part, each time I crack it back to place. So Dr. Teeth told me to inform my surrounding to place a thumb on each molar and press down. Not something I can do it on my own. Yeah, thanks. Imagine pulling out a paper with instructions and pointing to it prodding a client to help out for a sec. Not practical. Sure enough, the jaw stuck again right then and there in his office - he freaked at the frequency (but but but, he asked me to open wide!?) and is sending me straight to a guy in Paris. So, cheeky me says: "Don't we have ANY specialists nearer than Paris?" To which he proudly replied: "Well Paris doesn't have our mountains". Ah yes, everything but that is centralized. Vive la France.