[ fairytale driftwood ]
There is something so sad about a dentist retiring after servicing you for 17 years. At the time of my last appointment, Dr Neal told me that he would never see me again because he was relinquishing his practice to Dr. Alford. Little did I know that Dr. Alford is some kind of Dental Adonis! He walked in to examine my freshly cleaned enamals and as the door opened an aura of light spilled around his beautiful physique. He shot me a smile. That perfect dentist smile and said, "Open up Anna." *sigh*
And then he walked out of my life. Those latex gloves did his hands absolutely no justice.
Moreover, the agony that is a dental appointment was no-less agonizing. The tooth tickler? WTF? There is nothing humorous, tickish, enjoyable, pleasant, acceptable or worthwhile about spinning a plastic suctioncup with cookie-dough flavoured paste across my sensitive, sensitive, incisors.
I looked down at my bib...and it was like the god-damned Aroostook War laying there across my chest. Soo much bloodshed. Soo much carnage. I feel light headed.
But GOD DAMN it feels good to be flossed. While my hygenist was flossing my teeth I closed my eyes and imagined I was laying in a room that was slightly less frigid listening to blonde redhead while some dental adonis [maybe even Dr. Alford] flossed my teeth. And when she was done I opened my eyes and see Ms. Hagar smiling at me like "Now, nevermind the bloodshed, that wasn't so bad was it?" *Single Tear*
OH YEAH!! And they made me take out my septum ring because she couldn't stand looking at it housed in the caves of my nostrils. I remembered to return it to its rightful position only moments ago and it really fucking hurt! But in a good way. Like flossing or scratching a bugbite. So I think I shall endure periods without the ring of oppression on a regular basis.
Today is depressing. It looks as if God hocked a gigantic loogie on Wilmington and called it rain. Hours from now, I will perform my space monkey task at the Hospital. At such a place I'll simply dream of getting off work and progressing to better [and thats an understatement] things.
This time yesterday, I was sipping on 16 oz. of a most delectable coffee at Wilmington Espresso with, you guessed it, the one who is called Eli. Then he took me to the Pheonix for the world's best hummus.
And then he walked out of my life. Those latex gloves did his hands absolutely no justice.
Moreover, the agony that is a dental appointment was no-less agonizing. The tooth tickler? WTF? There is nothing humorous, tickish, enjoyable, pleasant, acceptable or worthwhile about spinning a plastic suctioncup with cookie-dough flavoured paste across my sensitive, sensitive, incisors.
I looked down at my bib...and it was like the god-damned Aroostook War laying there across my chest. Soo much bloodshed. Soo much carnage. I feel light headed.
But GOD DAMN it feels good to be flossed. While my hygenist was flossing my teeth I closed my eyes and imagined I was laying in a room that was slightly less frigid listening to blonde redhead while some dental adonis [maybe even Dr. Alford] flossed my teeth. And when she was done I opened my eyes and see Ms. Hagar smiling at me like "Now, nevermind the bloodshed, that wasn't so bad was it?" *Single Tear*
OH YEAH!! And they made me take out my septum ring because she couldn't stand looking at it housed in the caves of my nostrils. I remembered to return it to its rightful position only moments ago and it really fucking hurt! But in a good way. Like flossing or scratching a bugbite. So I think I shall endure periods without the ring of oppression on a regular basis.
Today is depressing. It looks as if God hocked a gigantic loogie on Wilmington and called it rain. Hours from now, I will perform my space monkey task at the Hospital. At such a place I'll simply dream of getting off work and progressing to better [and thats an understatement] things.
This time yesterday, I was sipping on 16 oz. of a most delectable coffee at Wilmington Espresso with, you guessed it, the one who is called Eli. Then he took me to the Pheonix for the world's best hummus.