a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label going to the dentist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label going to the dentist. Show all posts

Monday, August 10, 2009

The Smell Of A Dental Office

makes me hurt!

I sit waiting for my turn and wiggle and squirm like it is me in the chair. I vibrate with the sound of their drill. I bring a book to read but who can read with that zinnnnn sound and that sucking sound and the muffled talk of a cotton stuffed mouth trying to yell, Save me!

I have never used gas but as I get older, I think, why not. Like my grandson says, I kinda like the Bozo Nose. There has to be something to that...out of the mouths of babes.

You sure don't hear anyone say, I love the sound of the drill and the pressure I feel in my mouth. How about, I get very turned on when I see that big needle coming, or I just love when they suck that crap outta my mouth. How about my favorite one...I love when my mouth is so numb I can't tell if I'm drooling.

No, siree! I have never heard that from anyone that has gone to the dentist. If you have, please let me know, I want to steer clear of those people 'cause they must be nuts.
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