Took a trip to the dentist today. I went to this dentist a little over a year ago, and I left with the same disatsified feeling today that I did back then. There was no pain in my mouth, no lingering rawness around my gums, and virtually no bits of my gums and pools of blood in my spit when I rinsed after she was done. There was of course the suppressing of the gag reflex and the standard flossing unpleasantness, but those are things I actually really hate and get nothing out of. When I leave the dentist's office, I want to know that I went to the dentist. I want that "clean" feeling, which can only really be attained through the loss of sizable chunks of one's gum mass. Purefied by pain, if you will. Instead, I got the same cheerful Filipino woman, talking about how Asians were genetically predisposed to suffer from gum disease, and making jokes and saying "I'll kill you!" in a deep accent everytime I moved or twitched. So all in all, quite disappointing. Of course, I'm sure it'll be made up for when I go back in two weeks. I need a filling, or possibly another root canal. That would be my fifth. I'm hoping that during the course of my life, I'll be able to count the number of root canals I've had on one hand. So I'm hoping either that this will be the last one, or that I'll somehow grow another finger. Either one would be satisfactory.Still haven't decided what to spend my tax return on. Whilst sitting on the toilet this morning, it occurred to me that I should probably use a good chunk of it to take Miss Charming Melodee out on the town. Why it didn't occur to me sooner, or why it occurred to me then and there, I don't know. Well, as far as the first part, the answer is that I tend to be a tad self-centered, and also often take people for granted, and that's not a very endearing combination. As far as the second part, I'd guess it's because I usually do my best and clearest thinking while in the bathroom, whether it be on the toilet, in the shower, or brushing my teeth. Maybe if I did less thinking about other things, I wouldn't have to go back to the dentist to fix my shitty teeth. Then again, the long walk to the dentist's office is a good place to do some thinking.
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