I now have two fake teeth lodged in my mouth. I cannot help but feel like an 80 year old man.
My file at the orthodontist has been bastardized by the incessant scribbling of a crimson pen. To the average eye (read: me) the scribbling appears illegible, but it undoubtedly warns the orthodontic staff of my constant breaking of wires and brackets. I feel rebellious among the dental world, perhaps to compensate for my lack of rebellion in the real world.
The worst, however, was not the blemished file. As my mouth was being poked and prodded by the overweight dental hygienist, she pushed my head toward her body to get a better view. This innocent act seemed completely understandable to me… Until my head was pushed into her bosom. Completely. So there I was, sitting in the dentist chair, bastardized file and all, being smothered by a boob. I was repulsed. Sickened. Disgusted. So, so violated.
Note to self: The orthodontic staff do not take kindly to being told that their fake teeth look like ’shark teeth’.
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