*Cue Charlie Brown's teacher speaking.*

Jun 02, 2008 17:58

I honestly believe that there are few things as stressing as going to the dentist. Not humiliating -- that honor goes to the OB Gyns everywhere -- but simply painfully, heart achingly, adrenaline rushing stressing.

You're in this chair and you get told not to move, keep your mouth wide open. There's only the ceiling above you and you don't know if it's better if you turn to see at the dentist's instruments or if it's better just to hear them. And you'd really wish you couldn't hear them because there's this sound of the drill going BZZZZZ and it's so close to you.

There's anesthesia, of course, a needle pinching close and you can't move or you'll drive it deeper or worse so you're just tensetensetense and then the BZZZZ is close to you: you're giving this little tube that swallows your spit and even breathing gets to be kind of tricky. All the while, you have someone's fingers in your mouth and the dentist, most likely, will be talking cheerfully about everyday issues, as if you weren't trying to just ignore the whole thing.

Aaaand I still have to go this Friday to get my broken molar fixed. Woeisme.

woe: is me, woe: charlie brown has nothing on me

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