Monday, 24 March 2008
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maybe just one more...
One, two, three pills I dump carefully into my palm. Not long now and I'll be lying in the chair getting my braces tightened and tweaked for the millionth time.
The swelling of my finger, a nasty hit from a paintball, has gone down, though it's been replaced by tenderness and an ugly purple color.
The back door comes open with a bang and a wail erupts. With a glance over my shoulder at the girl in strange clothes, tears in her eyes, and a minuscule cut on her bare foot I carefully dump one more pill into my hand and gulp them down.
~kaPo
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Comments (2)
Very nicely written! Although, also a bit grim -- good luck with the dentist and assorted tragedies.
Thanks.
Yeah, it's a little grim but I think it's really rather humorous at the same time.
The orthodontist took off part of my braces today, only a little piece BUT IT'S A START!
I'm hoping they'll be off sometime...in my life. I really don't want to be buried in braces, that would be crappy. ;)