WARNING: Contains dentistry, though not in detail.
Zhish morning I went to the dentish and my fache wash shtill blurry coupla hoursh later. Got two fillingsh done and prepared for nexsh Tueshday, when I get zheshe front teesh recapped. It'sh been twenny-five yearsh shinche I fell off my bike and landed on my fache, front teesh firsht. Handy hint: when your front tyre'sh already blown out, don't zhink "she'll be right" and try to keep going ... around a corner ... downhill. Or you can have a grey front toosh for twenny-five yearsh too. God, jusht imagine me with a winning shmile.
At leasht I get a good resht in the chair. I like the dentish 'cosh when I'm lying back in that chair, no-one can call me, messhage me, interrupt me or ashk shtupid queshtionsh. It'sh all I can do not to fall ashleep. I shometimesh zhink I'm the only pershon in the world who feelsh zhish way.
I got home from work to discover
redcountess and
arkady conspiring over gardening pr0n. Arkady is now wearing The Leather Coat as workwear. She needs to put her coat pics up if she can ever get them off the phone. I have also fed Liz medically necessary chocolate cake.
Correction: There are no pics as yet of Arkady in her coat. There are two pics on her phone of me in my coat.
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Date: 2005-09-20 02:41 am (UTC)I used to feel that way. That was perhaps due to the dentist being the only one I'd ever seen as he was my dad's childhood best friend, knew my drug tolerance so always gave me enough laughing gas not to feel pain, and knew my parents so gave me enough laughing gas to get high.
Then I once saw a dentist in the UK. Now I am afraid of dentists.
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Date: 2005-09-20 05:55 am (UTC)I have seriously considered visiting the US just to get dental work done. "Where are you coming from?" "England." "Purpose of visit?" "American dentistry." "WELCOME IN!"