continuing the theme of painful mornings week, i went to the dentist yesterday. 8:30 am for a bright and early appointment! no better way to start off the day than to have a couple of numbing shots and then people sticking sharp implements into your mouth. which, coincidentally, is what service calls with customers can be like at times, but without the numbing shots.
the dentist’s office has those standard fluorescent lights you see everywhere, but the cute thing is that the plastic covers have pictures of skies: clouds, shots of floating balloons, kites flying. it’s almost like looking up through a skylight.
unfortunately, all i can think of is that last final shot in brazil where you’re looking at the beautiful sky, and then jack’s head pops up through the delusion:
Mr. Helpmann: He’s got away from us, Jack.
Jack Lint: ‘Fraid you’re right, Mr. Helpmann. He’s gone.
with all the things that are being done to my teeth in search of beauty and the search of cosmetic perfection, when i’m in there getting things alternately laquered on and scraped off i can’t help wondering if my dentist is getting carried away and i’ll end up addicted to the dental equivalent of cosmetic surgery, reshaping every little bit to achieve a deluded ideal. at least my teeth haven’t been sharpened to a point yet. but what if my teeth end up like the new scary jenna jameson?
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