Prinsesa’s Anatomy

It was mid-morning, I was lying on my back with my head awkwardly elevated and my eyes closed. I heard an irritating sound and it was then I decided to open my eyes. I couldn’t make out what I was seeing because I’m totally blinded by this intense white light, the fight that my eyes waged getting weaker and weaker by the minute.

But…

Nah, I’m not dead. I was just on a dentist chair getting my teeth quarried, the holes so big I think whole peanuts could well fit them – and how I wish I’m exaggerating but I’m actually not.

God! You know what, I’m the type of girl who could well manage to bungee jump but is just petrified big time by a trip to the dentist. I hate it!

But if there’s any realization, I realized the glory keeping your mouth shut could bring. I mean, my cute ass was practically sewn unto that dentist chair for approximately two hours and the time I spent with my mouth kept open like it was some new found cave up for exploration was also approximately two hours. Wow. I think I’d like to keep my mouth shut for the rest of today.

I also thought giving blabbermouths and gossip-mongers free dentist trips is a good idea. I think they’d like that, and because they can’t keep their mouth shut, might as well put it to good use and give their toothies a good run down. All is happy in the end.

As for me, well, though I think the dentist chair is really a torture chamber in disguise, it can’t really stop me from having that next Hershey bar on the fridge, can it?