Anyway, I didn't sleep a wink last night and was feeling like there was a strong possibility of me projectile vomiting in the dentists face whilst crying trying to climb out a window.
At 14:37 I got a call on my mobile from the orthodontist office asking me where I was. I had mentally prepared myself for my appointment at 15:00, but of course I was mistaken and had to leg it wildly since I was already seven minutes late. Needless to say I broke down in the car... I Cried and hyperventilated like the distressed Mule on seeing the hill-dog of Nick Caves distressing inbred universe.
I managed to stop crying, dry-heaving and awkwardly giggling before going inside the orthodontist office where I witnessed something incredible. My dentist managed to put me at ease just by smiling at me.
Her dark-blue eyes sparkling, her long blonde hair flowing in a low pony-tail behind her with a flower pin holding back her stray bangs and her naturally tanned skin shining in beautiful contrast to her light blue scrubs. Her voice was soft and calming, understanding my distress and professionally explaining every move she made.
She made me feel safe even in that preposterous situation. I hardly felt anything and it was over in about an hour. The tooth was HUGE and she had to sew me up a bit with two stitches, which was the most uncomfortable part because she seemed to be trying to put both her hands inside my mouth at the same time to be able to sew it together.
It was absurd to see her concentrating on her job and then realising that her job is actually inside my mouth. I felt like a baby: unable to speak, only seeing their heads, feeble and helpless; concentrating on her flower pin and breathing as if vigorously practising Ashtanga Vinyasa Yoga on my head.
Sadly, at this point my extensive numbing has started wearing off and I need to feel sorry for myself with my favourite "Five a Day:"
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