Well... Last Monday was officially the worst one I have ever had. As if it wasn't enough that it was a Monday and I had none of my god damn homework done, I now had to face flowers of wrath. First of all, I'm in a foriculture class because it seemed interesting and it would be an easy half a credit. Today's assignment was making bud vases and spray painting carnations. That's right, spray painting carnations. They don't come in blue so you have to paint them. Well, instead of cutting them with scissors, you are supposed to cut flowers with knives so you don't pinch off the xylem. But what ever, like an idiot, I was the one cutting flowers... I hold flower. Attempt cut. Dull knife. Press harder. Cut half way through. Carnations have thick stems. Aggressively press knife harder. Cut finger open. Spend 45 minutes bleeding. Whine some more, but don't cry. That damn flower was a bitch to cut. I was ready to kung fu fight with that mother fucker. Kya!!!!! Beatch!!!! I stood there yelling at the flower like it was my god damn brother. I think everyone in my class now believes I'm psycho.
Not only did I cut my finger. The next day I have to do to the dentists appointment that apparently was today but no one cared enough to inform me of the day I'm going to have my mouth prodded with. Mmm... fun. Okay so I enter the office. At about this point I figure out that it is only to check my teeth, not do anything. But still. At least the dentist said I had a lot of class (not considering he was talking about the width of my jaw and that is was a class three and my teeth were still crowded besides this fact). So, as usual, I close my eyes and try to relax while he basically breathes his entire lunch down my throat. And for a dentist, his breathe isn't to pleasant. At least this time he doesn't have a drill in his hand. And why do dentists have a need to ask you questions while they have sharp tools in your mouth? Sure, its fine before and after, but during the procedure? How did he ever get out of medical school.
"So have you got any things going on later today?"
"Mmrfmf..."
"Try not to move your tongue." Because apparently it is unnecessary for speech.
"So ...." Here since you already have the drill, why don't we just jostle my head while you drill my tooth, make things interesting.

Ah-haha. Fuck.
ReplyDeleteHe breathed his entire lunch down your throat. I HATE that. I used to go to this dentist who was like 90 years old and he wouldn't wear a mask over his mouth and I'm sitting their with my mouth open and...my god.
Do they actually consider what it must be like for the patient first? How can a person not consider that...