I HATE GOING TO THE DENTIST!!!
I hate everything about it. I hate the water jet thingy they use for cleaning. I hate the polishing powder even though it’s usually strawberry in flavour. I hate having to rinse blood out of my mouth. I hate having the dentist floss for me. I hate having saliva and water spraying out all over me. I hate having to hold my mouth wide open until it cramps up. I hate having my gums prodded and poked with instruments so sharp that there should be law banning them from coming anything less than 5ft from my mouth. I hate not knowing where to look or focus my eyes while I’m having my teeth cleaned. I hate being in a reclining chair and feeling helpless. And I hate how I always feel like I’m going to gargle and choke on my own saliva and die.
Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, I must say my teeth are the cleanest they have been in the past one and half years. Hmmmm, they’re so clean that I can feel the tiny little gaps between my two front teeth.
Right, now I’m going off to brush my teeth with the softest toothbrush I can find. Turns out my love for hard toothbrushes and my vigorous brushing technique has managed to wear down my tooth and I have created an entire cavity all on my own. I know, who needs bacteria, right?