Oh, the things we loathe
Tomorrow morning, first thing, I will go to the dentist. I would rather walk naked through the freezing streets of Philadelphia, but no, I will go to the dentist. I would rather receive ten tetanus shots, but no, I will go to the dentist. I would rather give up ice cream for a month, but no... I will go to the dentist.
They will pick and scrape and drill and I will squeeze my eyes and fists shut. I will repeat (to myself) over and over: it's a few hours, it's only a few hours.
Freshly numb, yet somehow still in pain, I will walk the six blocks west and lie down again. My mouth will stay shut, but my legs will spread as another doctor will poke and prod inside.
Sore on two ends and probably still drooling, I will go to work.
Help.
2 comments:
drooling on 2 ends too?
That's so funny! I always say I'd rather go to the gynecologist a hundred times IN PUBLIC than go to the dentist, but you got both in one day! You've got moxie!
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