My final thoughts on the Dentist...

In about 2.5 hrs I will be strapped to a chair with some old dude in a white mask cutting and plucking teeth from my jaw. Sound like the best start to a 1980's horror movie where the serial killers preys on it's victims biggest fears, until they have nothing left to fear, not even death... 

 

 

Ok so that was posted on my blog 2 days ago, yes a bit dramatic but it got the point across as to how scared I was to visit the dentist, I'd never had any "work" done before...and as I sit here tonight doped up on the best pain meds my lame insurance will buy, I reminisce about that lil old dude with the white mask and how I told him he was an f-ing magician after crying and screaming for what felt like an eternity but in reality was 2.5 minutes.
Ok screaming is a bit dramatic, I moaned loudly and yes a tear rolled down my cheek, but what in hades did the old dude expect when I told him "iiii caannn feeell thhat!" while he had his lil fat latex gloved fingers in my mouth with this tool that appeared to be something from the movie SAW.
I felt all of it...did he care? NO! He'd pumped into my mouth 2 vials of whatever that clear liquid that's supposed to make your whole mouth feel like it fell off your face, and yet I could still feel it all...20 minutes after I left the dentist that evil clear liquid kicked in and I didn't feel my face the rest of the day.
After telling the lil old dude how great he was, he replies "Good! Cause you get to come back in a few weeks and get all 4 wisdom teeth surgically removed! Thank you, please come again."

Oh no Mr. Dentist of Death, Thank you. For making me hate my oddly shaped roots and inferior high tolerance against drugs.