Dental treatment.... What a treat!

Hmm.

Today, my class was supposed to start at 10am, and since I had a dental appointment, I had to wake up by 7am, (one hour earlier than usual) just to get to my dentist by 8:00am.

getting up, I realised that I had to take a bus down to the National Dental Centre (which is where I have my appointment), and I don't know what bus to take. So, my mother realising this since the night before decided to help me find the right bus to go there all the while scolding me about how useless I am in such matters blahblahblah.

I got ready and went down to breakfast, and I was told (by my mother) to go by a certain bus route which would then allow me to expand my travelling options by transferring to different bus routes. In the end, I mentioned that all the routes have to reach a certain point. Since the original bus which I took, without transffering buses, could give me a direct journey instead of a fragmented one I could have not neede to hear all that stuuf about transferring buses. Mother wasn't happy.

She then proceeded to scream at the top of her lungs (even though I was just ten inches away from her, so you can imagine the blast from her voice) about how ungrateful i was and that my brother didn't give her such trouble blahblahblahblah. I just sat there and let the storm blow over. But I do remember that my brother gave her more arguments in one month than I ever had with my mother.

So I took the bus route, and reached the dentist's at 8 am. I took my number and realised that my appointment was 8:30 am. Bugger. So I spent another hour waiting for the dentist to get herself settled down enough to attend to me at 9am. She didn't have any reason to scold me for being late this time.

My dentist, a late-twenties chinese lady let me sit down in those long dentist chairs that resemble torture platforms. After letting me rinse my mouth, she told me to open my mouth.

'Hmm, you didn't brush diligently right?'

'Ohhhrrr yerrrrs I deeeyd (oh yes, I did)' my mouth was open.

'Then why are your gums still so swollen???'

'Yeehrr the dentishhh, you telll me dhhat (you're the dentist, you tell me that)' mouth was still open.

She discovered that I also had a mouth ulcer, and proceeded to prod it whenever she dressed on the subject of my swollen gums (which incidentally consisted about 70 % of her menagerie). So I was wincing all the time and didn't have the mental capability to hear her through the pain.

I got the hell outta there after twenty minutes, so I managed to escape her once more, but only for two weeks.

See, I am in my second year wearing these darn metal objects. They have supremely disenabled me from having a proper social life (all the gals are scared away by the amount of metal and rubber on my teeth) and also causing great discomfort (ulcers popping up every other day).

So my dentist said that if I saw her every two weeks (ample opprtunity for her to prod my ulcers) she'd be able to help me get them bloody braces out by christmas. Hopefully. If my gums aren't that swollen.

Anyhow, I'll just have to get back to my drawings of my futuristic vehicle designed to flatten anybody who tries to emulate my design. Apparently, there is an ongoing plot amongst Alvin's classmates to try and burn my drawings if I do too well(just kidding). I just hope they don't burn the wrong ones... I did about twelve to fifteen concept drawings.... Muahahahahahaha... Man I am so cocky.

Cheers,

Crawldaddy