Stitches

Just for the record, I absolutely hate dentists with a passion. Their sole purpose in life is to bring pain to their patients. They ask rhetorical questions like "does that hurt?" when you can't answer the question because they have their hands in your mouth, and they're jabbing their little poker thing into your gums. Not to mention the fact that you are choking on the taste of the rubber gloves. Not that rubber gloves are bad, but they taste fairly nasty, especially when they are mixed with the taste of your own blood and saliva... yeah. But what's almost worst is having all of this happen when you are asleep.
It makes me wonder: do they make fun of you when you are knocked out, say when you have your wisdom teeth out, and your mouth is completely numb to the point that you feel like there's a big metal weight on your bottom jaw and your tongue is just sitting there. How could they not laugh when you're talking sounds like you have too much food in your mouth, and you're on drugs, sleep deprived, and crazy? When you find everything utterly amusing, and you can't laugh, but you try desperately to do so.
I'm sure that I've lost most of you by now... See I got my wisdom teeth out on Friday, and I hated dentists in the first place, but I wanted to re-pledge my hate to them, because of all the pain they have caused me in the past 4 days.
And now for something completely different.
The quote of the day today: "Do you go to hospitals just to smell the babies?"
I haven't decided what the word of the week should be, I think it will be idiosycrasy (I don't care if I spelled that right or not). Anyway. I'm tired, and I've had enough of this. Hope would like me to let her talk, but it's not gonna happen cause I'm not in the mood for the romantic side today, sorry Hope.

So, peace out...