Saturday, October 12, 2013

Broomsticks to the Dentist

Helloo again,

I apologize for being away for so long but life has been a big, fat, grumpy man lately and has decided to over-work me and deprive me of my sleep and any other activity I may enjoy that does not have any relevance to school.

I know every second Teen Blog-like picture includes some philosophical nonsense such as "They never said life would be easy" and "Work hard and you shall reap the benefits" but geee I could really do with a run, some icecream and a day or two of sleep.

I know I shouldn't really use my blog to complain, but unfortunately this is where I am on my own fabulous Monopoly board right now:

I had a tooth infection. When I went to the dentist, my usual one who I love to bits because he gives me a badge or a sticker every time I go, was not there. So I had to see his partner. He determined that my tooth had to be taken out. So naturally I'm ecstatic because I just luuurve going to the dentist at the best of times.

However, what he did next was quite literally shocking. 

I have to mention that a poster-thing similar to this was in his office.

And I'm not talking about that moment your friend comes up behind you and gives you a fright and you shriek in a high-pitched manner with a strong word or two in front of a few teachers, and your heart just about gives up... I'd never do that.

I'm talking about that moment when you actually think you shall knock someone's head off with a broomstick.

He pulled the wrong tooth out.

I'll let that settle in for a minute. 

*reads a magazine*

On the bright side, its at the bottom and I have a high lip line so my bottom teeth don't show. And they were a little on the skew side so my proper dentist said they would straighten out now because there is more space. He also said that I just needed antibiotics and didn't need the tooth that was supposed to be pulled out to be pulled out. 

Even though it all worked out and it was a happily-ever-after moment, I was still pretty annoyed that he had made a mistake. These are people's teeth. You can't just go pulling the wrong ones out willy nilly. 

In case of the unlikely even that I shall have to see his partner again one day, I shall be sure to bring the broomstick. 


  1. Aw. I haven't had a dentist experience in ages, maybe it's time to book an appointment.

  2. Hahahha.. *No, I shouldn't laugh*
    But oh my god, he pulled out a wrong teeth!!! That is huge and unforgivable. Simply unforgivable!

    I hate dentists. I fear those guys. Even the very thought of going near them scares the hell out of me. They do scary stuff in the mouth. Gosh!!

    P.S: Hi =)

    I hate dentists. They always make me stretch out my mouth and complain that its too small like I decided what kind of mouth that I'd get. And I hate it when they're nice, too, because then they just make it difficult for you to hate them.
    I can't say I 'feel your pain', because I haven't, but you have my support if you want to take out the dentists of the world ;)


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