My Visit To The Dentist
Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2004 9:51 am
Fucking hurt.
Now I have faced many things in my time.
I've been in the ring with some fierce fighters.
I've clung to speeding cars at 50mph+.
I've broken bones and torn muscles.
I've been in a long term relationship.
I've lost at tiddlywinks.
But...my friends, and this is a big but, I have never got to grips with dentists and their fucking 18inch needles of "Whoops sorry I'll need to do that again" Pain.
I had root canal treatment today.
Not one but two, yes you read that right.
Two treatments and it fucking hurt.
Treatment? Fucking punishment more like.
I wore my headphones and listened to the Top Gum...sorry Top Gun soundtrack and prayed that Kenny Logan would be able to help me take my mighty wings across the sky, or so the lyric spake.
Didn't fucking work I can tell you.
I almost fainted. - Shameful.
I had to stick my head between my legs. - Gutted.
I had to have the chair tilted right back to help the blood get back to my pathetic brain whilst the nurse watched and said "Oh dear!". - Hand me the pen for my suicide note.
I wished I was anywhere but there and it didn't work.
Uri Fucking Gellar with his "Powa of de moind" can kiss my fucking arse as well.
So please, have pity and show some consideration.
Those within distance, feel free to offer to take me for a drink to get my mind off of the pain. PAIN with many capitals.
Feel free to listen to my woeful story 10 times in a row and just nod in appreciation.
Any of the ladies, feel free to offer a bossom.
Magoo, feel free to fuck off with your leary comments about needles.
I've heard them all before; however you can all send me get well gifts.
"Now relax Mr MacGroyn, you may feel a bit of a prick."
"So what's new?"
Yes, I did get the point, and no I am not changing my name to Holden MacGums.
The needles were fucking huge.
I had to close my eyes. Some of the chemical went over my tongue and I thought I was gonna spew...ladies, you have my sympathy.
I wretched as a bit of chipped tooth hit my palette and lodged there.
All the while, a big fat black & white cat sat on the outside of the windowsill licking itself clean, oblivious to my pain, much like you lot.
So that's my pityful story, not that any of you lot give a toss but there you go. I just thought I could share it as we've all got such a long history behind us now.
Right, I'm off to countdown the time before I can have something to eat.
Now I have faced many things in my time.
I've been in the ring with some fierce fighters.
I've clung to speeding cars at 50mph+.
I've broken bones and torn muscles.
I've been in a long term relationship.
I've lost at tiddlywinks.
But...my friends, and this is a big but, I have never got to grips with dentists and their fucking 18inch needles of "Whoops sorry I'll need to do that again" Pain.
I had root canal treatment today.
Not one but two, yes you read that right.
Two treatments and it fucking hurt.
Treatment? Fucking punishment more like.
I wore my headphones and listened to the Top Gum...sorry Top Gun soundtrack and prayed that Kenny Logan would be able to help me take my mighty wings across the sky, or so the lyric spake.
Didn't fucking work I can tell you.
I almost fainted. - Shameful.
I had to stick my head between my legs. - Gutted.
I had to have the chair tilted right back to help the blood get back to my pathetic brain whilst the nurse watched and said "Oh dear!". - Hand me the pen for my suicide note.
I wished I was anywhere but there and it didn't work.
Uri Fucking Gellar with his "Powa of de moind" can kiss my fucking arse as well.
So please, have pity and show some consideration.
Those within distance, feel free to offer to take me for a drink to get my mind off of the pain. PAIN with many capitals.
Feel free to listen to my woeful story 10 times in a row and just nod in appreciation.
Any of the ladies, feel free to offer a bossom.
Magoo, feel free to fuck off with your leary comments about needles.
I've heard them all before; however you can all send me get well gifts.
"Now relax Mr MacGroyn, you may feel a bit of a prick."
"So what's new?"
Yes, I did get the point, and no I am not changing my name to Holden MacGums.
The needles were fucking huge.
I had to close my eyes. Some of the chemical went over my tongue and I thought I was gonna spew...ladies, you have my sympathy.
I wretched as a bit of chipped tooth hit my palette and lodged there.
All the while, a big fat black & white cat sat on the outside of the windowsill licking itself clean, oblivious to my pain, much like you lot.
So that's my pityful story, not that any of you lot give a toss but there you go. I just thought I could share it as we've all got such a long history behind us now.
Right, I'm off to countdown the time before I can have something to eat.