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Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Went to visit the dentist yesterday. It's been quite a while since I last visited, so I forgot how horrible a visit to the doktor gigi can be. I kept reminding myself that it's only a teeny weeny part of my mouth. It's not like he's performing brain surgery on me or something. But what is it with dentists and their small talk? Well, I know you're supposed to make the patient feel comfortable and all that but how the hell am I supposed to talk while you're drilling away on my teeth? And I think they have this mastery over gurgling, nonsense language: So, where are you working? (while some metal thingamajig with a buzzing sound is stuck in my mouth) Grrghgpghgh. Ohh..I see. How long have you been there? Grrrghgpghgpghghghg. Very good then. Well, you see...I have this problem with my house. Yada yada yada house yada architect yada MPS yada yada denda yada what to do?? Grrrpghgpghhghgppgpgghpghhgpghhghhh. Hmmm...so now I just follow up with them lah? Alright, we're all done now. Do you have a card or anything in case I need to contact you? NO. I DO NOT have one. My teeth feels bloody numb, I almost choked on my saliva and my glasses are soaking wet from your drilling cum water dispenser thingy. And you keep asking me questions non-stop. What else do you want??! No, I'm sorry doctor. I don't have one. Smiles. I'm such a phony. |