"I have a quick gag reflex."
"I just need you to hold still while I put it in your mouth."
"If you shove that thing any further down my throat I will throw up."
"Just throw your head back and open wide. This'll be over before you know it."
"My mouth isn't big enough for that thing. I'm not just saying that."
"Stop whining. You're making this harder on yourself by psyching yourself out."
"I'm aware. Just hurry up before I change my mind."
Gag. Choke. Hack. Blech.
"See, that wasn't so bad was it?"
"I hate you."
Conversations with my dentist when getting teeth impressions done.
What?! It's not my fault you're a perv.
PS. I'm in the home stretch of Invisalign. Thank the gods. I'm so over having to wear those damn trays all the time. And having to be responsible enough to brush my teeth after every meal and snack. We all know how much I love snacks.
A note about comments. I love them, because I love hearing from you. Also, I just switched over my commenting to a new system. Older post comments might not be in the correct order, which means my replies are all jacked up. But I like the new system so whatever.
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