i went to my dentist today because i've been having this horrible toothache for the past week (due to the all the sweets i've been eating) and was told that i need surgery to remove 3 of my molars. lovely. i seriously didn't need to hear the word 'surgery' after having my teeth drilled and filled for the past hour (this is what happens when you fail to properly care for your perfectly straight set of teeth). i also didn't need to hear my dentist smile under her mouth-covering-piece thingy when she mentioned 'surgery'. here's how it went down,

me: (looking at my teeth through a mirror as she pokes/scrapes/taps on my molars)

dentist: this is impacted, that is impacted, that is growing at a weird angle. you need to have them all removed.

dentist: not now, i need to book you for surgery first. (she should have added 'silly' at the end)

i felt her excitement boil over at that point as she gaily approached her fellow dentists to ask for their opinions. having three dentists stare down your mouth isn't something i found exhilarating, especially when one of them is this annoyingly-attractive-spiky-haired dentist who you overheard openly claim to love 'Gilmore Girls' - considering that my other guy friends abhor that series, him giving an exegesis on one of my favorite episodes makes him so much more crush-able. but having your mouth wide open with that sucky-thingy hooked to the side sucking out all your saliva isn't very attractive, and so at that moment, as i attempted to sink further back into the chair, i wished he wasn't working today.

i should refrain from gummies and mentos for awhile.