To tell the truth,
Dr. of Tooth,
it’s the horrible sucking sounds
and the scrapingscrapingscrapingscraping
and the drill in the next room (glad I’m not that guy)
and the needle-sharp water thingy that makes my gums bleed
and my shoulders’ need for residing somewhere up around my ears
in anticipatory fear of probing latex fingers not-so-tickling my ivories.
Nothing personal.
Really.
Yes! You’ve expressed it so well. I’m going to have to tell my dentist about “tickling my ivories.”
You must go to my dentist!
Seriously, this is great. Precise, real, and funny.
Cool!
Not too happy description but very well done…