so i was sitting on the dental chair and this dentist was trying to tear my whole mouth apart. (at least that’s how it felt!) of course i wasn’t in my chatting mood; and i was glad he wasn’t one of those dentists who are trying hard to make a conversation while they put all kinds of cold, funny smelling instruments inside your mouth. the guy actually knew when to open his mouth. i liked that..

i felt naked in there. i am so used to being in control, holding the syringe, saying “just relax, it will be over soon”, giving the shots, so to speak, literally. the sight of blood does not freak me out. only, it is always somebody else’s blood. i admit it was kinda freaky seeing the dentist’s gloves with MY blood on it.

what can i say.? when somebody has your blood in their hands, you let down your defenses. i mean, it’s not everyday that you let somebody smell or touch your blood, right?

i was being sentimental when i asked for my four wisdom teeth. i wanted to put them in my jewelry box. not only because i don’t have any piece of jewelry in there, but also because i have this ridiculous notion that my real wisdom ( no matter how insignificant it is) is in those four ugly looking teeth. i don’t want to loose any little wisdom i have left. but they are keeping the teeth. i didn’t dare ask why.

and the dentist? he was off to the next patient even before i could sarcastically say thank you for tormenting me. i guess he was trained not to bond with his patients huh. at least i linger for a few moments after giving an enema. after all, it’s not everyday that people expose their behind to me, letting down their defenses like some naked babies, right?