I remembered I have to go to the dentist today.
It is just for a semi-annual teeth cleaning, but (shudder) I have to listen to Dr. Doom in the next room with his drill digging away at someone else's teeth just the same. I hate the sound of the drill and the smell of excavated, hot powdered teeth enamel. I have nightmares about the dentist.
If I am not highly intoxicated on laughing gas, when the denitst comes in the room, I curl up into a tight ball balancing precariously at the head of the chair as far away from Dr. Dread as I can possibly get. And I am not exxagerating. I cannot stand the dentist. All of them are my sworn mortal enemies.
When I was young, my dentist, Dr. Frankenstein, would hum "Old McDonald had a Farm" as he drilled on my teeth. With every pulse of the drill he would sing E - I - E - I - O. Was he totally insane? I hate that song, really I do.
Every macbre and sinister evil you can think of is how I feel about the dentist. Even the hygienist is not "hygh" on my list either. She picks and scrapes with those needle-like torture instruments, clawing away at my sensitive pink, innocent gums, saying open wider. And I swear every time I go in there, she accidentally (on purpose) sprays my face with water. EVERY TIME! What did I ever do to her?
Then, if that's not bad enough, they try and rob you as you go out. The clerk/receptionist should wear a bandana over her lower face, black cowboy hat and holster with a gun, because it's highway robbery every time you visit. Luckily, I have good dental insurance coverage, but it's still a crime what they charge. I say they should have to pay me for the priviledge of digging in my mouth.
I ought to just go ahead and "Bite the Bullet," get false teeth and quit worrying about all the pain, but people have told me that is no "picnic" either. So you're darned if you do, and darned if you don't. Either way they have got you over a barrel, and you can't get away from the likes of Dr. Pain, not if you want a pretty smile, that is.
Wish me luck. I cringe to think what I will do if he says I have to come back because I have a cavity. Most of my teeth have crowns already, so where could I possibly have a cavity?, but if I know Dr. Death, he will find a way to have me re-visit to inflict more pain.
Can't you see the pure terror in my eyes? Oh my, what am I gonna do?