Five things:
1. I have had problem teeth for 70 years. (I am 76, which means my first six years of having teeth were problem-free.)
2. Then my baby teeth fell out, and the ones with problems grew in.
3. When I was about 7, I made my first trip to the dentist one hot summer afternoon, and the dentist's light practically fried my hair. I was hotter than hell, and my head ached fiercely.
4. I crawled into bed when I got home for a rest. When my dad came home from work a little later
I told him I had a bad headache and when I got up to go to the bathroom, my head felt as heavy
as a bowling ball--and my neck wouldn't support it. My mom took my temperature, and it was pretty hot. So they called the doctor, who came out, examined me, and said I had polio.
5. So my first visit to the dentist ended up with me riding in an ambulance to the hospital.
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