Last Visit: Part 1 - Scrape.
My eyes widened. Fuck I slept in, what time is it? Only 10:45. I had some time to kill before going to the dentist for my appointment at 13:50 hours. So I showered and chatted online for a bit before grabbing a yogurt and letting the dog out. I put the dog in the laundry room and proceeded to the bus stop to catch the 12 Adelaide. The plan was to ride that baby all the way to the Oshawa Centre mall and catch the Olive Harmony. Cause that's pretty much the only place you can transfer without having to wait outside for twenty mintues. I get on the bus and get a transfer and make my way to the back. I'm the only one on the bus. The driver says to me "You can close the windows back there if you want, someone opened them on me." So I knew he was pretty much asking me if I could close them for him. I did and he thanked me.
So I transfer onto the 10 Olive/Harmony and was subjected to torture as I sat by the back with these two teenage girls. The one looked like your classic chickenhead with her hair yanked back into a bun, overdone make up, and tight grey sweat pants. Her friend was your classic crack whore with her pimple face, clear sunglasses and cigarette and lighter in hand on the bus ready to smoke. "So like she fucks around with BP and like gets herpes and whines and whines and then she sleeps with fucking AJ. I like don't even share my cigarette with them."
Holy fuck, is she really going to be talking like this the whole time?
Her crack whore friend gets off the bus and we continue along the way. In silence. Then the bus had to make a sudden stop and the chicken head was shaking her head in what can only have been extreme frustration ready to snap. "You think these bus drivers would have like education or something to drive better." Why is she telling me this? I'm not going to bad mouth the bus driver even if he is low educated. So I just laugh. "I have a two year old and when I have a stroller it moves all over the place." Great, that's all I wanted to hear, your fucking teen pregnancy. I just laugh some more and say "Yeah." I think she gets upset at my lack of response and gets up and sits somewhere else. We ended up getting off at the same location, but I make my way to Rossland Square. It's about 13:17 right now, I'm super early. Hey there's the Tartan, good ol' Tartan. I'm sure I'll be seeing you again sometime.
I enter in the room, an old lady is pacing back and forth. McLeans magazines spread all over the tables. A couple issues of Time. Toys for kids own a corner at the far wall. Two receptionists and two hygentists consume the war desk behind the counter with charts scattered everywhere. Somehow they're all fat. "Appointment for Matthew Hunter, I'm a bit early, I don't mind the wait." Of course I do mind, but it's fucking cold outside. I pick up a Car & Driver magazine and check it out. Interesting article on the Toyota FJ concept. They are saying it'll be a 2007 line. I'm not too much interested in SUVs or Toyotas for that matter. But it's a cool looking car.
"Matthew." I look up and the fat hygentist beckons me to follow her.
I'll post the rest later on tonight. Going out to see a movie with Kate. Freedomland. Hope it's a good one. Peace.
Jordan pointed out to me that I may have been derogatory towards the people working at the dentist. I think I'm just bitter at the dentist after finding out... well you'll read it later on.
I sit down in the big chair that takes up pretty much the entire room. The rest of the room is made up of shelves with various things to give to patients. One holder for pencils, another jar like thing holding coloured rubber balls, some floss and tooth brushes still in the packaging. The room is completely white. A black television looms overhead and in front of the chair is a nasa-like tray that gives the impression that it's suspended. The tray holds various sharp tools, picks, drill-like tools, and other metallic instruments. The usual small talk begins asking me about school and what I'll do afterwards. At this point in my life I'm use to lying and just say I'm getting into something, she won't remember nor does she really care. Then again she might, who knows.
She begins to x-ray my teeth, she puts the lead cape over my torso and and makes me bite down on this plastic thing. The square plastic imprints itself into my gums like I'm biting down on a shard of glass. I hold it there as she points the suspended x-ray gun at my jaw; leaves the room and buzzes it to take a picture. She then takes the square plastic thing out and puts a new slip on it and does the other side. I bite down and it's drills into my gums, causing loss gum skin to tear. I make some discomfort noises and she scurries out the room quicker and buzzes the gun. "Ok we're all done." But I keep the plastic in my mouth until she completely approaches to take it out.
The chair then slowly glides downward in a reclining position while making contrived sci-fi sounds. She puts on purple latex gloves and moves the head light at my mouth. She then puts the metallic pen-like tool in my mouth with a mirror at the end of it. Proceeds to take the the other metallic pen-like tool with the narrow sharp pick at the end of it to scrape my teeth from the bottom to the top. I'm watching the television overhead, the winter olympics are on, women's figure skating. The girl from Canada has huge arm muscles, couldn't believe it. A pain shot through my mouth as she punctures the top of my gum line, running blood along my tooth as tarter falls off. After each scrape she rubs the end off on a small square of cloth, it's smeared with my blood, browning instantly with off-white gobs in the middle.
"I hate that tool." I say as she takes one of the drill-like tools out. On the end is a rubber cylinder with pink grainy polishing substence in the middle. It spins fast and she begins to run it on my teeth. My body convolts upward grasping the arm rests. My brain rings of the drill sound and suction noises from the other tool used to suck up my saliva. She runs it over each tooth and I squint my eyes open a bit only to see the light from the head lamp shine off the metallic tool causing a white light flair. She does one finally suction and bids me to rinse. I spit first and a glob of blood splatters near the drain of the sink, deforming with a slow viscosity towards the center. I take the water and swish it around and spit again.
I sit on the chair now talking with the hygentist about the winter olympics, and the Skeleton event to be specific before my dentist walks in. He talks with the girl for a bit with secret dentistry code, and they whisper and point to my x-rays. He reclines me back and takes a look for himself. It was confirmed. I have a cavity. I think he could tell I was pissed off cause he was mumbling stuff and slowing walking backwards out the room. I asked what happens if I don't do anything.
"Well it eats away at the insides of your tooth and then you have to get a root canal done."
I'm weighing the issues in my brain. Nope, don't want a root canal done. So I get my complimentary tooth brush and make an appointment with the only hot/non-fat hygentist. Not sure when I'll get it done, could be as late as May.
So stay tuned for Part 2 sometime.
So I transfer onto the 10 Olive/Harmony and was subjected to torture as I sat by the back with these two teenage girls. The one looked like your classic chickenhead with her hair yanked back into a bun, overdone make up, and tight grey sweat pants. Her friend was your classic crack whore with her pimple face, clear sunglasses and cigarette and lighter in hand on the bus ready to smoke. "So like she fucks around with BP and like gets herpes and whines and whines and then she sleeps with fucking AJ. I like don't even share my cigarette with them."
Holy fuck, is she really going to be talking like this the whole time?
Her crack whore friend gets off the bus and we continue along the way. In silence. Then the bus had to make a sudden stop and the chicken head was shaking her head in what can only have been extreme frustration ready to snap. "You think these bus drivers would have like education or something to drive better." Why is she telling me this? I'm not going to bad mouth the bus driver even if he is low educated. So I just laugh. "I have a two year old and when I have a stroller it moves all over the place." Great, that's all I wanted to hear, your fucking teen pregnancy. I just laugh some more and say "Yeah." I think she gets upset at my lack of response and gets up and sits somewhere else. We ended up getting off at the same location, but I make my way to Rossland Square. It's about 13:17 right now, I'm super early. Hey there's the Tartan, good ol' Tartan. I'm sure I'll be seeing you again sometime.
I enter in the room, an old lady is pacing back and forth. McLeans magazines spread all over the tables. A couple issues of Time. Toys for kids own a corner at the far wall. Two receptionists and two hygentists consume the war desk behind the counter with charts scattered everywhere. Somehow they're all fat. "Appointment for Matthew Hunter, I'm a bit early, I don't mind the wait." Of course I do mind, but it's fucking cold outside. I pick up a Car & Driver magazine and check it out. Interesting article on the Toyota FJ concept. They are saying it'll be a 2007 line. I'm not too much interested in SUVs or Toyotas for that matter. But it's a cool looking car.
"Matthew." I look up and the fat hygentist beckons me to follow her.
I'll post the rest later on tonight. Going out to see a movie with Kate. Freedomland. Hope it's a good one. Peace.
Jordan pointed out to me that I may have been derogatory towards the people working at the dentist. I think I'm just bitter at the dentist after finding out... well you'll read it later on.
I sit down in the big chair that takes up pretty much the entire room. The rest of the room is made up of shelves with various things to give to patients. One holder for pencils, another jar like thing holding coloured rubber balls, some floss and tooth brushes still in the packaging. The room is completely white. A black television looms overhead and in front of the chair is a nasa-like tray that gives the impression that it's suspended. The tray holds various sharp tools, picks, drill-like tools, and other metallic instruments. The usual small talk begins asking me about school and what I'll do afterwards. At this point in my life I'm use to lying and just say I'm getting into something, she won't remember nor does she really care. Then again she might, who knows.
She begins to x-ray my teeth, she puts the lead cape over my torso and and makes me bite down on this plastic thing. The square plastic imprints itself into my gums like I'm biting down on a shard of glass. I hold it there as she points the suspended x-ray gun at my jaw; leaves the room and buzzes it to take a picture. She then takes the square plastic thing out and puts a new slip on it and does the other side. I bite down and it's drills into my gums, causing loss gum skin to tear. I make some discomfort noises and she scurries out the room quicker and buzzes the gun. "Ok we're all done." But I keep the plastic in my mouth until she completely approaches to take it out.
The chair then slowly glides downward in a reclining position while making contrived sci-fi sounds. She puts on purple latex gloves and moves the head light at my mouth. She then puts the metallic pen-like tool in my mouth with a mirror at the end of it. Proceeds to take the the other metallic pen-like tool with the narrow sharp pick at the end of it to scrape my teeth from the bottom to the top. I'm watching the television overhead, the winter olympics are on, women's figure skating. The girl from Canada has huge arm muscles, couldn't believe it. A pain shot through my mouth as she punctures the top of my gum line, running blood along my tooth as tarter falls off. After each scrape she rubs the end off on a small square of cloth, it's smeared with my blood, browning instantly with off-white gobs in the middle.
"I hate that tool." I say as she takes one of the drill-like tools out. On the end is a rubber cylinder with pink grainy polishing substence in the middle. It spins fast and she begins to run it on my teeth. My body convolts upward grasping the arm rests. My brain rings of the drill sound and suction noises from the other tool used to suck up my saliva. She runs it over each tooth and I squint my eyes open a bit only to see the light from the head lamp shine off the metallic tool causing a white light flair. She does one finally suction and bids me to rinse. I spit first and a glob of blood splatters near the drain of the sink, deforming with a slow viscosity towards the center. I take the water and swish it around and spit again.
I sit on the chair now talking with the hygentist about the winter olympics, and the Skeleton event to be specific before my dentist walks in. He talks with the girl for a bit with secret dentistry code, and they whisper and point to my x-rays. He reclines me back and takes a look for himself. It was confirmed. I have a cavity. I think he could tell I was pissed off cause he was mumbling stuff and slowing walking backwards out the room. I asked what happens if I don't do anything.
"Well it eats away at the insides of your tooth and then you have to get a root canal done."
I'm weighing the issues in my brain. Nope, don't want a root canal done. So I get my complimentary tooth brush and make an appointment with the only hot/non-fat hygentist. Not sure when I'll get it done, could be as late as May.
So stay tuned for Part 2 sometime.
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