The Blog about Dentists, Part Two

So yesterday was not my favorite day. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the promise of kick-arse wings at Meagan’s house for dinner, I don’t know if I would have made it through the day.
I’ll tell you this, it really annoys me when the dentist, with twelve items in your mouth, not counting his hands, asks you if you are doing okay. First off, seriously, do I look like I’m having fun? Can you tell from the hate ray’s I’m sending you via the death stare that I’m not having a great time? Second off, how am I supposed to form a word when I can’t even move my tongue? Hmmm??? Tell me that. Being a dentist requires the talent of one sided conversations. Either that or the ability to read minds. I’m kinda glad that he couldn’t read my mind. He would have hired an armed escort for his commute home.
Sigh. It’s really isn’t the dentist that I have issues with. He is super nice, knowledgeable, and helpful. It was his bumbling assistant who couldn’t find her head. (I think that the little suction vacuum thing sucked her brain out by accident.) She was apparently brand new. She almost decapitated me with the suction vacuum thing. She sprayed my face and neck with water. She didn’t know what to hand the dentist. She didn’t know when to hand things to the dentist. She definitely needed some practice. And she got it while I squirmed and prayed for mercy. Sigh. I just don’t think that it’s in my future to ever have a wonderful dentist appointment. It’s not my fault. I don’t beg for mercy, or get all agitated. I’m calm, collected, and whine-free when I sit in that chair. And for some reason, I still get jilted. It’s done though. And I survived. Thank goodness.
P.S. The wings were awesome!!