Oh! The fun they must have!

(Rejected Title:Scenes from a Torture Rack Too!)

Oh ! The fun they must have!

Dentists must get the funniest patients.Their patients are always lying prone in weird facial postures, and they always start the babbling-baby talk after the anaesthetic...

WhooHoo! A barrel full of monkeys!

The only other doctors who can possibly have more fun than dentists are Gay Proctologists and Foot Fethisist-Podiatrists.I bet these guys are permanently stationed on the seventh heaven!

Of course, psychiatrists get their fair share of crazy-funny -loonies, but we've all seen 'Sixth Sense' to know that it ain't always a barrel full of monkeys.

My dentist is a nice guy, but not really known for his gentleness.I mean, he made me wear these ridiculously bright white temporary crowns for a week.These crowns were so white , so humongous, that it looked like piano keys instead of teeth.And worst of it all, I was required to go in the public, and make a few speeches to students!

The busiest social week in my life with piano keys stuck in my mouth! Talk about social awkwardness! Now don't ask me why I don't flirt these days!

But that wasn't really it either.It was the way he removed those temporary crowns that revealed his lack of gentleness.He used a hammer and a drill! My mouth felt like a kitchen sink being repaired by a plumber!

But that was not it either.Whenever he drilled in my mouth, he would pry my jaws open(even though I could keep them open myself)...and also place his palm squarely on my nose.I couldn't breathe.Ha Ha...I had to stop him many times in between so that I could breathe.

But the results were excellent.He matched the shades of the fake to the natural teeth precisely.My slight overbite is gone, and my smile has improved.Today, after the restorationI just saw a girl swoon after I smiled at her! I'm Baaaaack ! He he he!

I am no longer  a Gap Toothed Idiot.Alfred E Neuman can take his rightful place at any time.I humbly relinquish my throne to its rightful heir.

As I was nearing the end of my Dental-Restoration saga, a sense of foreboding overcame me.

I would soon be normal again.

No more excuses.No more privileged treatment.No more sense of entitlement.

I'd have to own up to my actions.

And tomorrow, I have another speech to give...to nearly 300 students, and I'm not a bit prepared!