Our second encounter

wow ... my dentist yesterday was a REAL PRICK.

you know .. the works. korean man machismo coupled with dicktator syndrome. i felt really bad for the receptionist who i suspect has to deal with most of his tantrums (she's a fellow washingtonian, real nice gal but man did she get feisty with the doc). i stood there kind of toggling back and forth between their argument and then decided to break the tension by picking my nose (it didn't work). it's just that to argue in front of a patient is in very poor taste not to mention bad bad etiquette.

perhaps it's just the "korean" way of doing things.

i left the dentist's office booing ...

i was also sordidly morose about not being prescribed vicodin.

NOT EVEN PERCOCET.

i wanted to go running back into the office shaking my fist and scream, "what?! .. are you people crazy?!! give me my drugs biatches!!!"

but the last thing i wanted was to be caught in the middle of another duke-out session.

so i kept mum and glumly made my way to the pharmacy for my 600 mg of ibuprofen.

again, i left the pharmacy booing ...

but the good news that comes with the bad: not only do i look like i got punched in the mouth, but the anesthesia overkill also numbed half my face and i've lost all motor function in my left eye.

just wonderful i say.

and i will now also end this xanger entry booing ...

ps: i will be moving to blogger or blogspot or eblogger whatever pretty soon ... i'll only be regularly be blogging here until i think up a kick-ass name for my blog 'o' spot.

cheers.