This entry looked so sad and empty when it had no title...
so... yeah, i'm updating because i want to update... but mostly i'm updating as a result of a sarcastic comment made on a certain andyschultz.com. I'm not naming and names or pointing and fingers. But... whatever.
Also, my good mood might be directly associated with my full stomach. After 25 hours of no eating or drinking, you can consider my dinner plate devoured. And if you think i usually drink pearl juice fast, you should have seen me tonight. Man, I was on fire.
Yesterday, I was as the dentist's office. And let me just say, if there is one place I truly hate, it's the dentist's office. It's not that I dont like my dentist. Because I do. It's his little helpers that jab at my teeth who i loathe. First thing they do is offer to take x-rays of my teeth. For some reason, every time i'm there they say "it's been a while since we got some pictures of your teeth..." and what am I supposed to say to that? "lady, I was here 5 months ago, and you got some then, boy are you senile!"? So, then i get covered with that big blue blanket, and she halls ass outta the room so that she doesn't get any radiation... didn't anyone notice that their big x-ray tentacle is directed, oh I dont know... RIGHT AT MY HEAD?? So she takes about 10 different shots of the inner part of my mouth, cause hey... it aint her head absorbing all that radiation, and only then... it's time for the "cleaning". "Have you been flossing?"... lady... do you want me to lie? does it look to you like i've been flossing? "no, ma'am, I haven't been flossing." And so, the cleaning begins.
"Wow, your gums are bleeding"... and what am I supposed to say to THAT? "well, maybe if you stop stabbing my gums with a sharp little picking instrument, you'd spare me all that bleeding"? No, I cant say that. So instead, I sit in that "comfortable" chair with that "soft" light shining in my eyes and squirm under her "gentle" scraping motions which practically tear out not only my gums but my teeth as well.
After about a lifetime (or so it felt), comes the "how about some polish??"... WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY TO THAT?? "umm... no thanks, that polish is so grainy, it triggers my gag reflex and i'm really not in the mood for vomiting all over the place"? So, I just sit back and let her polish away. You know... when your tongue is clinging to the back of your throat so as not to in any way touch that disgusting paste which is supposedly cleaning your teeth? And this time, I was so lucky as to have the wonderful assistant who forgets to spray my mouth after the polish. So there I was on the dentist chair... radiated head, sore gums, grainy polish all over my mouth, and completely helpless. I dont even remember how I left and how I got home. All I know, is that I really do hate the dentist's office.
I think that the only thing worse is going to the orthodontist... but since i lost my retainer ages ago, i find that there is nothing new that old guy can tell me. So i just dont go.
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Also, my good mood might be directly associated with my full stomach. After 25 hours of no eating or drinking, you can consider my dinner plate devoured. And if you think i usually drink pearl juice fast, you should have seen me tonight. Man, I was on fire.
Yesterday, I was as the dentist's office. And let me just say, if there is one place I truly hate, it's the dentist's office. It's not that I dont like my dentist. Because I do. It's his little helpers that jab at my teeth who i loathe. First thing they do is offer to take x-rays of my teeth. For some reason, every time i'm there they say "it's been a while since we got some pictures of your teeth..." and what am I supposed to say to that? "lady, I was here 5 months ago, and you got some then, boy are you senile!"? So, then i get covered with that big blue blanket, and she halls ass outta the room so that she doesn't get any radiation... didn't anyone notice that their big x-ray tentacle is directed, oh I dont know... RIGHT AT MY HEAD?? So she takes about 10 different shots of the inner part of my mouth, cause hey... it aint her head absorbing all that radiation, and only then... it's time for the "cleaning". "Have you been flossing?"... lady... do you want me to lie? does it look to you like i've been flossing? "no, ma'am, I haven't been flossing." And so, the cleaning begins.
"Wow, your gums are bleeding"... and what am I supposed to say to THAT? "well, maybe if you stop stabbing my gums with a sharp little picking instrument, you'd spare me all that bleeding"? No, I cant say that. So instead, I sit in that "comfortable" chair with that "soft" light shining in my eyes and squirm under her "gentle" scraping motions which practically tear out not only my gums but my teeth as well.
After about a lifetime (or so it felt), comes the "how about some polish??"... WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY TO THAT?? "umm... no thanks, that polish is so grainy, it triggers my gag reflex and i'm really not in the mood for vomiting all over the place"? So, I just sit back and let her polish away. You know... when your tongue is clinging to the back of your throat so as not to in any way touch that disgusting paste which is supposedly cleaning your teeth? And this time, I was so lucky as to have the wonderful assistant who forgets to spray my mouth after the polish. So there I was on the dentist chair... radiated head, sore gums, grainy polish all over my mouth, and completely helpless. I dont even remember how I left and how I got home. All I know, is that I really do hate the dentist's office.
I think that the only thing worse is going to the orthodontist... but since i lost my retainer ages ago, i find that there is nothing new that old guy can tell me. So i just dont go.
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