ONE PHARMACIST’S VIEW

What happened to your face, my dentist asked? I always hate it when someone notices something wrong with my face. Any part of it, but there I sat. Did you break your jaw? I knew he needed to know. After all I was his patient, and he was my dentist. I got it broken at church, I finally replied. It was hard for me to say this, after all my mouth was stuffed full of dental gadgets. Hoses, clamps, ...