:: Tuesday, July 30, 2002 ::

"My body aches..." (Sarah McLachlan)

Once upon a time, about the middle of last week to be precise, I went to get a tooth filled. I had a little more angst than usual, taking into account:
1) The numbing shots were having no effect on me whatsoever;
2) General Hospital was on TV, taking up my entire line of vision;
3) The assistant doing strange and ungodly things to my teeth was the same one who had to be reminded what a "molar" was last time I was there.
It is hard to relax when someone is boring holes in your body, but I think I did a pretty good job... until the fatal word escaped the dentist's lips: "Oops!" Then silence.
I suppose this kind of "Oops" isn't quite so awful as an "Oops" during major heart surgery. However, my teeth flashed before my eyes, all the brushing, all the chewing... exactly what had this dentist done to me?
{{Building suspense, preparing for climax...}}
I never found out. He bolted from the room before I even had all the gauze out of my mouth, and even to this day, my tooth hurts whenever things such as liquid or solids touch it.
The End.

P.S. - To clarify something brought up in my first post... I was not insinuating that all of the lyrics I reproduce are Brit rock. In fact, none of them are yet. Although, if you wanted to pretend...

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