I took a short stroll through hell today.

[aisalynn]

Going to the dentist is like going to Judgement Day. Despite everyone's "Oh, its just the dentist, nothing big." no one wants to go there. No one wants to lie down in that imposing chair, open wide and bare their soul. The dental hygenist will will scrape and cluck and mutter as if she were examing all your past deeds, and while you are sitting there you know, you just know, that you'll come up short. And then there is the fear of the Dental Omniscience. There's always the chance the High and Mighty Dentist will take one look at your smile and say, "You've only brushed 125 times since I last saw you. INCLUDING, the five times you brushed before coming here. You and I both know you should have brused at least 250 times." And then his eyes will narrow and oh boy, you're doomed. "You've only flossed 37 times!"

And then, with all the gentleness of a drunk, seven headed creature, the assistance will shove a large piece of cardboard in your mouth and take an X-ray, just to give you a visiual that proves that your soul isn't as pearly white as you pretend it is. In fact, someone has been indulging in too many chocolate coverd sins recently. And not brushing afterwards to boot. 

After all this is said and over, the Doctor Dentist will open up THE FOLDER, the one that holds your entire life in it and say, sorrowfully. "I'm afraid we found a cavity. So yes," he nods sympathetically, "you will be sent to a hell filled with cough syrup tasting novacaine, high pitch drilling, uncomfortable metal instruments, bad music and pastel wall paper. But, don't worry, you'll only have to pay $31.50 if your insurance covers it."

 

Last week, I did not pass judgement. I will not describe my experiences in hell today.

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[newyorkdestiny.livejournal.com]

eww the dentist. bleh.