#66.

Ode to Dentists (Not Really).

Two years ago, on my BIRTHDAY, I had 5 doctor appointments in a row....receiving also a total of 5 shots and a diagnosis that resulted in me scheduling wisdom teeth extraction. I recently went to the dentist and was reminded of this poem I wrote....sometimes the little things don't have to be happy *initially* as long as joy comes out of them at some point. This is one of those little things. (Oh, another example is when I cut my hair at 3 am.) Enjoy!

Oh dentist, I hate you.
I really just do.
I hope that it's hard for you to go poo.
You sit me down in a chair
and tell me to relax.
You sound just like a rapist
whose name could be Max.
You give me huge glasses
that make me look like a bug,
I'd rather walk around naked
and wipe my ass on a rug.
And on top of all of this,
you think it's ok
to prod in my mouth
and use words like decay.
If that's not enough,
fluoride varnish is a swear word,
Channing Tatum is a big turd,
And getting my wisdom teeth
out doesn't make me a nerd!

That pretty much sums up my birthday :) I had a hilarious day. (Blaise says he helps with the good lines. But he's still got his wisdom teeth and keeps reminding me of that. Sucker.)