Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Today's trip to the dentist was... therapeutic in a strange way.

I thought it was going to be a nightmare. Imagine all the stuff the dentist could say about my teeth and all the nasty things she could do to them.

But once the drill started, it was surprisingly relaxing. The sound of the drill, the glow from the light, a slight vibration going through my buccal cavity... it's just hypnotising.

"You drink lots of coffee and tea?"

"Yeah." (I can't say "yes" because my mouth is wide open)

"Well, try to cut down on that. Your teeth is rather badly stained."

The buzzing of a tiny drill ensued, grinding its way into my jaw and rubbing out the toughest of stains.

The whole visit to the dentist could've been so peaceful. Until she whipped out my nemesis: THE FLOSS.

I know how much of a bitch I am when it comes to dental hygiene; but even a dental neat-freak like me cannot stand FLOSSING. The nightmare that flossing is. I would rather use mouthwash for a hundred thousand years than floss my teeth for a week. The pain! The agony! IT'S UNBEARABLE!!!

To make things worse, my dentist is flossing my teeth like she would a horse's. ARGH.

I HATE FLOSSING.