Dentist II.

595. Pre-op. 

"Isn't it ironic, that we are eating cupcakes at the dental waiting room?"

596. Pendant op.

Dentist: OK, you should feel some numbness in your mouth now...You shouldn't be able to say sausage.

Me, instinctively: Saaasaaage. 

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Me, toes curled firmly inside my grown-up boots out of fear, forefinger pointing at eyelids, which close and open quickly: Eyes...

Dentist: You want to close your eyes? 

Me, nodding head.

Dentist: OK, you can close your eyes. I'm going to do the same thing. 

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Dentist: Can I explain you how I take out your tooth?

Me, still cringing out of anticipation for excruciating pain, thinking to myself, can I hit you on the head, nodding.

Dentist: There are three steps, the first is (something something something blah blah something medical blah).

Me, continuing nodding. 

Dentist: Are you ready? 

Me, nodding once, tentatively. 

Dentist: One, two, three! *showing the already taken out, bloodied tooth, hitherto hidden behind his back* 

Me, giving him an anesthetically frozen, bloodied smile. 

597. Post-op.

Still unable to speak (the second gauze firmly in place to reduce bleeding), "what are you going to do?????????" I type, then hand over the Mac to him before visiting the sink again.
When I come back, there is a second line on the TextEdit file: "Taking care of you :)"