You can hear a snippet in this video clip from my book event at WH Smith in Paris: If you’ve read my book, you know about this from Chapter Two: Paris Was an Accident. This is me (on the curb), headed off to my first trip to France and Switzerland with my French class over Easter break. This journey started when I was in high school-two unique events that would set me on a trajectory directly to this point in time. Miss Perfect Teeth just lost her reign.Ī root canal would be stressful enough-but in a foreign country, in French? During Covid? Really, universe? How did I get here? I needed an expert to do a (gulp) root canal. The news: my lower right canine had apparently died (cue: taps) and was stirring up a fuss in there. Since I’ve been splitting my time between NYC and Paris (at least mentally), I still see my dentist in the States, so I had to turn to a friend’s dentist in the Marais. Being someone who takes impeccable care of her teeth-never even had a cavity-I was alarmed. I noticed the infection about three weeks ago, a little white bump in the gums under a lower right incisor. Oh, and did I mention two root canals and oral surgery? No? Yeah, that, too. Confinement, the protracted US election-a whole lot of hurt.
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