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So it wasn’t a fun morning at the dentist’s office today. First, there was a lot of pathetic small talk bullshit happening, mainly: “so…where do work these days?” I hate this kind of small talk…it’s why I don’t go out to get my haircut anymore. It’s too much. Second, they had this high school intern girl in there watching the whole time. As if I wasn’t stessed out and shaking and sweating in my chair already, this made me really uncomfortable. They’re numbing me up and drilling my teeth and telling me what’s up and there’s this girl standing in the corner who shouldn’t be there watching the whole thing. Not cool. Then, at the receptionist’s desk, discussing what’s wrong and my options, while all these people waiting can hear everything. Shouldn’t these things be discussed in private? Some dude who looked like my dad was just watching and listening to the whole thing. Why should this fuck know anything about my medical history? Then my mom (who gave me a ride there) decided not only to give the receptionist (who was being very nice) a hard time, but also to start in with comments like “It’s a good thing you’ve been brushing all this time, because it might’ve been four or five teeth coming out instead of one” and “your father refused to brush his teeth, that’s why he has almost none left”. The whole right side of my face felt like a basketball. I just wanted to go home and be alone. And that’s what I did. Getting out of the car my mom handed me five rolls of Lifesavers. I’m sorry. I guess I just don’t understand.
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