Damn That Dentist

The trip to the dentist wasn't amazing.

Bah, I didn't sleep the whole fucking night because of the whole electricity thang and I didn't wanna be late for the dentist. Not because I made a fixed appointment, but because the later we leave the house, the more packed will the traffic be. Anywho, so after my aunt dropped me, I registered and shit. Scared a babie, but she/he wasn't worth my time. Then there was this old lady who was also going to the dentist. The thing about this hospital is, whoever gets to the office first, gets the first damn appointment. Old fashion. So this old lady was surprisingly quick, she ran upstairs like a cheetah with sprained ankles. I didn't wanna lose face, so I ran upstairs and I won the race.

Still, Karma is a bitch. Apparently, the dentist who was supposed to be treating me was in a "Musical Therapy" coz she's pregnant. Who gives a damn? My mom never went to any therapist and I turned out just awesome. Yeah, so I had to wait for her OR I could be assigned to another doctor if I didn't wanna wait for 2 hours. Hence, the old lady got her turn first.

Life is a bitch.

Anywho, so I was all mad. After 10 minutes of cig-break, I decided to take the other offer. I took the other doctor. She was a pain in my ass. She kept on poking my poor tooth even though I already told her repeatedly, "YES, IT DOES HURT."

And there were like 4 nurses in the room with us. At first I thought my case was that bad, then it turned out that they just wanted to have a little gossip party, during MY appointment. How annoying. Thank God for music. They were also talking about politics, or at least I thought they were. They kept on mentioning our president's name.

After 30 minutes of living hell, we were finally done and she said, "You need to come like 3-4 more times." What a bitch, I already told her I'd be leaving. InshaAllah. But still. I was very angry, you don't wanna see ME angry.

Bah, why me?