som say the sentient is a frightening person but i believe other wise i know people that would do any thing to stay away. I actually enjoy going to the dentist. What puzzles me the most about them is that they give kids sweets after a appointment which is like “isn’t that what causes cavities?”
White coats, sterile and proper. Offering a plethora of services one might not need. However, the angelic white atmosphere builds trust at a subconscious level.
the fear of taking of a teeth. Sometimes it’s a cold, white office, and sometimes it’s a warm place that smells good. No one ever likes going to the dentist, doesn’t matter if it’s nice or not. It’s just the feeling that get to us. It’s wrong.
The dentist is an evil, sadistic creature. No one decides they want to be a dentist because they love people; only those who enjoy watching people squirm and bleed decide to follow such a profession. There must be a love for pain and tears, and one must be a coldhearted creature to endure and enjoy a job that requires you to cause these every day.
No one ever enjoys going to the dentist. However, no one hated going to the dentist more than 5 year old Jake. He would kick and scream and ball his eyes out all the way to the office.
He looked down, into the pinkness of her mouth. Her tounge was limp and slightly dry, as she had been knocked out for hours now. He was ready, all the tools clean and sharp. Her teeth were perfect, just ready to be his for the taking.
The actor onstage sang the song, belting out how mean of a dentist he was with rigor, clutching one of his dentistry tools like a lifeline. It was his first show every since Carrie left, and his hand felt abnormally light with the absence of the wedding ring. He sang the words on autopilot, trying to ignore the fact that the black space in front of him was an illusion, and behind the lights, was the judge mental audience, waiting for him to slip up at every moment. He continued on autopilot, following the choreography like clockwork. A trio bounced up behind his place, continuing the song, and he pretended to ignore them. He tried to forget Carrie, forget the note, forget the years of marriage that she ran away from to be with her coworker.
I have an appointment at the dentist today after school. I need to have my teeth cleaned and a cavity filled. I hope the appointment goes smoothly. I get nervous at the dentist.
I had never been to this dentist before. Friends recommended him the previous night, when I was rolling over on the floor in pain. I had broken a tooth while chumping down on a bit of rice, where a stone had hidden.
Now I sat in the chair, powerless with my mouth open. The dentist approached me, instruments clasped in his gloved hands. He had a maniacal look on his face. And the tools. I had never seen them used in a dentist’s office before.
If you can’t stand
when I don’t speak,
that says more about you
than it will say about me.
Why do we need
bombs, Little Boy,
that have words worth the weight
of astronomical voids?
Do skeleton
syllables
make me nothing greater
than a prohibitionist
tempting a soul’s
deep enterprise,
an entrepreneur
under sympathetic guise?
“Got a call from my dentist,” announced Xavier, looking down at his untouched omelet with the emotional expression of a lover who had been wronged.
“And?”
“It ain’t good.” He exhaled through his nose, a low whistling coming from the left nostril. “He told me it would either be a root canal or a complete removal of the tooth. Knowing my luck, I’ll have dentures by the time I’m forty-two.”
I want to smile. I want to frown. I want to bare my teeth for you without being afraid. I want to spend money. I want to glisten. I don’t want to be ashamed anymore, but I can’t afford not to be. i don’t know how the other girls smile full-heartedly without this fear, when everyone can see their pearly whites are pearly beige. I don’t know. I just know that I don’t deserve to smile.
I don’t like going to the dentist. In fact I have an appointment in about 10 days with the dental hygenist. She always complains that I have too much plaque.
A dentist. Do I really want to be a dentist? It’s part of the family legacy and all, but looking into people’s mouths all day doesn’t excite me. Is it M.D. light? I don’t know. I think I’ll bury my head and read some more.
arg I hate the dentist all the needles inside my mouth and the hands in my mouth. and the pink stuff. and after all of that CRAP you get a fucking toothbrush. like god damn I need a couple hundred bucks after that hell. i also want to know who the first dentist was so i can punch them.
I really don’t like going to the dentist because it hurts and makes my gums bleed. I do although like the cleaning feeling my teeth feel after its done.
My dentist just got back from the Galopgas, so the last conversation we had was amazing. She had a lot to say about turtles! and baby turtles. It was great, since I didn’t have any news to share, so letting her talk about evolution was just fabulous. Also, she had a new exciting tooth cleaner that didn’t give me the gritty feeling I hate.
I like going to the dentist! like my teeth feeling clean and shiny. When I go to the dentist I like to sit back and let someone take care of me. Sometimes my hands grip my pants because I am a little nervous and the dentist will ask me if I’m okay! But I don’t mind being there. Some people don’t like being there because they are afraid of what might happen before they leave.
Going to the dentist is so important, but for me it causes great anxiety. I love when they allow you to listen to music and escape for a bit. Though after getting your teeth cleaned your mouth feels so fresh and clean.
When I think of the dentist I cringe. I have such anxiety in going to that place. When I arrived my heart feels as though it is beating out of my chest. As the dentist begins to work on my teeth, I grip my legs and I can feel my palms getting sweaty.
When I think of a dentist, I think of someone I don’t have to see very often. However, my husband has to visit the dentist a lot because of his very soft teeth. I never had braces or a cavity before. So going to the dentist makes me a little nervous.
“Oh my goodness!” I thought. The dentist is my worst nightmare. Knowing that I’d have to make it through the day of reading, writing, math, and social studies then have to travel to the dreaded dentist was depressing.
I hate going to he denist! The grinding noises, the sharp tools poking into my gums make me crazy. Thankfully I have learned how to meditate as I recline in the chair, gripping my hands together and trying to sit still for an hour.
I hate going to the dentist. I do not like the feeling of getting poked in the gums. My new dentist has pictures posted on the ceiling which makes things a little more enjoyable. However, he keeps telling me that I need to get my wisdom teeth taken out and I am avoiding that at all costs. I went to the appointment and I do not think I will be going back.
This is a person where you go to clean your teeth or if you need a tooth pulled. Usually I go see my dentist about twice a year to get my teeth cleaned because there is so much plaque and tartar build up that our toothbrushes normally don’t catch. The dentist will also give you floride which helps protect your teeth
I have a dentist appointment at the end of June to get a cavity replaced. I really like my dentist, but when I go for cleanings I prefer to see his assistant. She’s Russian, very friendly, and we often swap stories about our Russian family and our daughters. She somehow engages with me even when I have the tools in my mouth getting my cleaning.
Everything has a sub specialty these days. When I was young I never even heard of a children’s dentist. The dentist was just the dentist, you saw the same one your parents saw and you dealt with it. Today the ‘kids’ dentist is a marvel. Chris that fit them better, a custom TV screen that rotates and moves around so that the little one can watch something in any position while the dentist works away at their teeth. Yes, my kids love the dentist and I never did. I think adult dentists should have this too to satisfy the kid in all of us.
I do not want to a dentist.Although they are quite important.
They enable us to enjoy riches of life, the sweet mouth watering sweets, chocolates that melt in mouth.
One of my all time favourite stand up routines was from Michael McIntyre called Dentist. The first time I saw it I absolutely loved it and was in fits of laughter. Since then I have loved sharing it with people and watching them enjoy it as much as I do.
I hate going to the dentist! they inject things into my gums and then then i cant feel that side of my face. I once had both my wisdom teeth removed on the right side and i could only eat ice cream fo r a week. That was kinda cool though.
Dentists are kinda scary to be honest, I mean they open up your mouth and put some foreign instruments into it. Who would want their teeth ( especially the hurting ones) being prodded at by a virtual stranger?!?
He’d been a dentist all his life but he’d never seen teeth like hers before. He’d learned a long time ago, there was no such thing as a natural perfect set of teeth. Coffee, cigarrettes, even just plain food stained teeth, if they weren’t cared for there were the pockmarks, the crookedness taht could only be fixed by an orthodonist. No one had perfect teeth.
The metallic equipment glistens in my peripheral vision. I try to focus on the individual pixels of glass in the lamp that’s blasting cold light into my face. My mouth is wide, dry, hooked open. I feel so exposed, and a deep part of me is trembling. My tongue squirms limply, exposed, in the soft pink den of my mouth.
som say the sentient is a frightening person but i believe other wise i know people that would do any thing to stay away. I actually enjoy going to the dentist. What puzzles me the most about them is that they give kids sweets after a appointment which is like “isn’t that what causes cavities?”
White coats, sterile and proper. Offering a plethora of services one might not need. However, the angelic white atmosphere builds trust at a subconscious level.
the fear of taking of a teeth. Sometimes it’s a cold, white office, and sometimes it’s a warm place that smells good. No one ever likes going to the dentist, doesn’t matter if it’s nice or not. It’s just the feeling that get to us. It’s wrong.
The dentist is an evil, sadistic creature. No one decides they want to be a dentist because they love people; only those who enjoy watching people squirm and bleed decide to follow such a profession. There must be a love for pain and tears, and one must be a coldhearted creature to endure and enjoy a job that requires you to cause these every day.
Oh. Well. Dentists seem like a humorous subject almost, because many people don’t like going to the dentist, I guess.
No one ever enjoys going to the dentist. However, no one hated going to the dentist more than 5 year old Jake. He would kick and scream and ball his eyes out all the way to the office.
He looked down, into the pinkness of her mouth. Her tounge was limp and slightly dry, as she had been knocked out for hours now. He was ready, all the tools clean and sharp. Her teeth were perfect, just ready to be his for the taking.
The actor onstage sang the song, belting out how mean of a dentist he was with rigor, clutching one of his dentistry tools like a lifeline. It was his first show every since Carrie left, and his hand felt abnormally light with the absence of the wedding ring. He sang the words on autopilot, trying to ignore the fact that the black space in front of him was an illusion, and behind the lights, was the judge mental audience, waiting for him to slip up at every moment. He continued on autopilot, following the choreography like clockwork. A trio bounced up behind his place, continuing the song, and he pretended to ignore them. He tried to forget Carrie, forget the note, forget the years of marriage that she ran away from to be with her coworker.
I have an appointment at the dentist today after school. I need to have my teeth cleaned and a cavity filled. I hope the appointment goes smoothly. I get nervous at the dentist.
I had never been to this dentist before. Friends recommended him the previous night, when I was rolling over on the floor in pain. I had broken a tooth while chumping down on a bit of rice, where a stone had hidden.
Now I sat in the chair, powerless with my mouth open. The dentist approached me, instruments clasped in his gloved hands. He had a maniacal look on his face. And the tools. I had never seen them used in a dentist’s office before.
If you can’t stand
when I don’t speak,
that says more about you
than it will say about me.
Why do we need
bombs, Little Boy,
that have words worth the weight
of astronomical voids?
Do skeleton
syllables
make me nothing greater
than a prohibitionist
tempting a soul’s
deep enterprise,
an entrepreneur
under sympathetic guise?
“Got a call from my dentist,” announced Xavier, looking down at his untouched omelet with the emotional expression of a lover who had been wronged.
“And?”
“It ain’t good.” He exhaled through his nose, a low whistling coming from the left nostril. “He told me it would either be a root canal or a complete removal of the tooth. Knowing my luck, I’ll have dentures by the time I’m forty-two.”
I want to smile. I want to frown. I want to bare my teeth for you without being afraid. I want to spend money. I want to glisten. I don’t want to be ashamed anymore, but I can’t afford not to be. i don’t know how the other girls smile full-heartedly without this fear, when everyone can see their pearly whites are pearly beige. I don’t know. I just know that I don’t deserve to smile.
I don’t like going to the dentist. In fact I have an appointment in about 10 days with the dental hygenist. She always complains that I have too much plaque.
A dentist. Do I really want to be a dentist? It’s part of the family legacy and all, but looking into people’s mouths all day doesn’t excite me. Is it M.D. light? I don’t know. I think I’ll bury my head and read some more.
arg I hate the dentist all the needles inside my mouth and the hands in my mouth. and the pink stuff. and after all of that CRAP you get a fucking toothbrush. like god damn I need a couple hundred bucks after that hell. i also want to know who the first dentist was so i can punch them.
I really don’t like going to the dentist because it hurts and makes my gums bleed. I do although like the cleaning feeling my teeth feel after its done.
My dentist just got back from the Galopgas, so the last conversation we had was amazing. She had a lot to say about turtles! and baby turtles. It was great, since I didn’t have any news to share, so letting her talk about evolution was just fabulous. Also, she had a new exciting tooth cleaner that didn’t give me the gritty feeling I hate.
I like going to the dentist! like my teeth feeling clean and shiny. When I go to the dentist I like to sit back and let someone take care of me. Sometimes my hands grip my pants because I am a little nervous and the dentist will ask me if I’m okay! But I don’t mind being there. Some people don’t like being there because they are afraid of what might happen before they leave.
money pain music dr. mooney clean teeth new toothbrush molar of the month sterile fluoride everybody in Woburn goes there I pay for his gorgeous house
Going to the dentist is so important, but for me it causes great anxiety. I love when they allow you to listen to music and escape for a bit. Though after getting your teeth cleaned your mouth feels so fresh and clean.
When I think of the dentist I cringe. I have such anxiety in going to that place. When I arrived my heart feels as though it is beating out of my chest. As the dentist begins to work on my teeth, I grip my legs and I can feel my palms getting sweaty.
When I think of a dentist, I think of someone I don’t have to see very often. However, my husband has to visit the dentist a lot because of his very soft teeth. I never had braces or a cavity before. So going to the dentist makes me a little nervous.
“Oh my goodness!” I thought. The dentist is my worst nightmare. Knowing that I’d have to make it through the day of reading, writing, math, and social studies then have to travel to the dreaded dentist was depressing.
I hate going to he denist! The grinding noises, the sharp tools poking into my gums make me crazy. Thankfully I have learned how to meditate as I recline in the chair, gripping my hands together and trying to sit still for an hour.
I hate going to the dentist. I do not like the feeling of getting poked in the gums. My new dentist has pictures posted on the ceiling which makes things a little more enjoyable. However, he keeps telling me that I need to get my wisdom teeth taken out and I am avoiding that at all costs. I went to the appointment and I do not think I will be going back.
This is a person where you go to clean your teeth or if you need a tooth pulled. Usually I go see my dentist about twice a year to get my teeth cleaned because there is so much plaque and tartar build up that our toothbrushes normally don’t catch. The dentist will also give you floride which helps protect your teeth
I have a dentist appointment at the end of June to get a cavity replaced. I really like my dentist, but when I go for cleanings I prefer to see his assistant. She’s Russian, very friendly, and we often swap stories about our Russian family and our daughters. She somehow engages with me even when I have the tools in my mouth getting my cleaning.
Everything has a sub specialty these days. When I was young I never even heard of a children’s dentist. The dentist was just the dentist, you saw the same one your parents saw and you dealt with it. Today the ‘kids’ dentist is a marvel. Chris that fit them better, a custom TV screen that rotates and moves around so that the little one can watch something in any position while the dentist works away at their teeth. Yes, my kids love the dentist and I never did. I think adult dentists should have this too to satisfy the kid in all of us.
I do not want to a dentist.Although they are quite important.
They enable us to enjoy riches of life, the sweet mouth watering sweets, chocolates that melt in mouth.
The dentist was very kind while cleaning my teeth. He talked me through the whole thing and when I was finished, he gave me prizes.
One of my all time favourite stand up routines was from Michael McIntyre called Dentist. The first time I saw it I absolutely loved it and was in fits of laughter. Since then I have loved sharing it with people and watching them enjoy it as much as I do.
I hate going to the dentist! they inject things into my gums and then then i cant feel that side of my face. I once had both my wisdom teeth removed on the right side and i could only eat ice cream fo r a week. That was kinda cool though.
Dentists are kinda scary to be honest, I mean they open up your mouth and put some foreign instruments into it. Who would want their teeth ( especially the hurting ones) being prodded at by a virtual stranger?!?
He’d been a dentist all his life but he’d never seen teeth like hers before. He’d learned a long time ago, there was no such thing as a natural perfect set of teeth. Coffee, cigarrettes, even just plain food stained teeth, if they weren’t cared for there were the pockmarks, the crookedness taht could only be fixed by an orthodonist. No one had perfect teeth.
She did.
The metallic equipment glistens in my peripheral vision. I try to focus on the individual pixels of glass in the lamp that’s blasting cold light into my face. My mouth is wide, dry, hooked open. I feel so exposed, and a deep part of me is trembling. My tongue squirms limply, exposed, in the soft pink den of my mouth.
I find the goddess in her bedroom
practicing witchcraft
with a teacup and a rose
algorhythmic drawings
she cares not to explain
cover the floor
in the prayersmoke,
near a bowl of coloured fruit
I sit at the piano
spinning the room with my fingers
her bed is my well
her heart is my river