This Line's Mostly Filling
Today was eventful. Only in a partially fun way.
Had a "nice" trip to my dad's office. A dentist's office. Sigh. First cavities. Bah Humbug. In my defense, it wasn't my fault. "The anatomy of the tooth" is to blame. My father introduced my to local anesthetic and "Mr. Whistle." I don't think Mr. Whistle is well named. Granted the object does create a whistling noise as it is being used on a tooth. But I think the fact that it is drilling away a part of your tooth is a far more noticeable characteristic and therefore should be incorporated into the name of the object. But I can understand how "Mr. Evil Drill" does not inspire nice, shiny, fuzzy feelings.
After receiving my first fillings, it was lunch time. Poor pathetic me. I didn't get to eat. I had lost feeling in most of my mouth and tongue. Now usually eating a milk shake for lunch is a plus. But, you see, when you lose feeling in your tongue, you also lose the ability to taste. And I couldn't even eat the stupid yummy looking cherry.
Next it was on to shopping. Things improved from there. My mom bought me some cool clothes. Yeah! Feeling slowly returned to my mouth. More yeah! And then my mom bought me coffee...a white mocha (technically called a white CHOCOLATE mocha...but I find that title to be redundant and therefore I refuse to use it)...Here comes the good part though. I could taste it. Oh precious white mocha.
Stupid Mr. Whistle.
Had a "nice" trip to my dad's office. A dentist's office. Sigh. First cavities. Bah Humbug. In my defense, it wasn't my fault. "The anatomy of the tooth" is to blame. My father introduced my to local anesthetic and "Mr. Whistle." I don't think Mr. Whistle is well named. Granted the object does create a whistling noise as it is being used on a tooth. But I think the fact that it is drilling away a part of your tooth is a far more noticeable characteristic and therefore should be incorporated into the name of the object. But I can understand how "Mr. Evil Drill" does not inspire nice, shiny, fuzzy feelings.
After receiving my first fillings, it was lunch time. Poor pathetic me. I didn't get to eat. I had lost feeling in most of my mouth and tongue. Now usually eating a milk shake for lunch is a plus. But, you see, when you lose feeling in your tongue, you also lose the ability to taste. And I couldn't even eat the stupid yummy looking cherry.
Next it was on to shopping. Things improved from there. My mom bought me some cool clothes. Yeah! Feeling slowly returned to my mouth. More yeah! And then my mom bought me coffee...a white mocha (technically called a white CHOCOLATE mocha...but I find that title to be redundant and therefore I refuse to use it)...Here comes the good part though. I could taste it. Oh precious white mocha.
Stupid Mr. Whistle.
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