J was waiting with bated breath for my second appointment with the dentist. I founded in 1000 hopes on this visit ...
I told myself that this time, having a cavity to cure, it would make me a bad dog ...
I imagined even sweating with terror against the evil strawberry and blood that would shred my gums!
And I thought the executioner scrubbed my teeth so deeply that I would jump from my chair and begged him to stop this torture of my eyes full of tears!
Then once he sketched all my punches and he would be finished playing around with my jaw, I would have posed a foul and greyish lead to fill the damage as a fig leaf ...
And I would be distributed from there traumatized, terrified, but especially with crazy things to tell you!
I turned it with humor, I'd peatedly the grave by saying no, frankly, not even scared and pee in the pants, it was only due to a big laughter on seeing my face full of blood in front of the mirror.
And I was proud! Because I really gave myself to make you laugh!
But no.
My dentist is great. My dentist not hurt. My dentist is sweet. My dentist is fun. And so my dentist assures me that he fucked a white composite that restores the tooth to replace the awful seal.
And besides, he finds that I have beautiful teeth.
I hate my dentist.
But I would change it.
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