The one thing that could strike fear into me as a kid.
My mum wouldn't tell me I had an appointment, she would just drop it on me.
So now I fear Dentists.
Their smiley faces , their posh cars, their ability to make a grown man cry.
Its not a natural job.
Who wakes up and thinks - I want to be a Dentist.
I mean really.
Some Sadomasochist with a tooth fetish, maybe.
But I cant see someone who cares doing the job.
`Open wide Mr Festerocious, this wont hurt a bit.`
yeah, right.
So now I have a problem.
A little over three years ago I cracked my lower left side molar.
Lost half the tooth.
Dropped a strong pain killer in the gap and went about my daily business (Men do this more that they care to admit, its the same with Doctors, my leg could be falling off and I would still not admit it.)
Well, now its back. The pain.. The tooth never went away. Well half of it did.
Does the tooth fairy give you half if you break a tooth?
Whats a tooth worth now. £2 a tooth.
Bet thats where the dentists make their money to pay for their posh cars.
So I have to go to the dentist.
Got the number - NHS Dentist as I am not registered anywhere else.
Rang the number, no answer.... (Relax a little, no one is home).
So now I am putting it off until Tuesday.
Why Tuesday, well I can make up excuses until then.
Beyond Tuesday and Mrs Festerocious would get suspicious.
I am worried though, I am starting to like the pain. Not the waking up at three in the morning pain, but the pain of pushing on it and letting it go. The pain before the calm.
Make it hurt more then the normal pain level is lower.
Good job I am not a Dentist.
So I plan to go.
I tell you of my plan though I don't want to admit it myself.
So, if after Tuesday I am not talking about my dentist trip, I didn't do it.
I choose pain over the Dentist.
Can I really be that scared of one person.
My Mum didnt scare me this much.
Maybe I will bite him :D But not with my bad tooth......
Thursday, 14 August 2008
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