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@Seun,nope. I like getting replies. Knowing people read and have things to say makes me wanna write all the more.
But if anybody(this means you,190) tries to derail this thread i'll report the person to the mods sharp sharp!

yuzedo:
When do we get to the sex part?  
Get to it already! We want sex. . . We want sex. . . WE WANT SEX!!  

PERV Alert!!! Call the po-po!
@Pornodude(i feel like i have to wash my mouth out after writing that),i can't just be typing like that now. . Haba. As something comes to me,i'll put it on here.

@Limoscar,i went to high school here in Naija. A private school for the first two years and when i got a bit stubborn,a military school for the last four years.
I didn't go to any of those fancy high schools,if that's what you're thinking.
I think the way i write has something to do with how much i love reading. I've been reading since i knew how to read-encyclopaedias,Enid Blytons,and when i got to pry 4,my dad bought me my first Hadley Chase. I haven't looked back since. Reading was always a big deal in my home and my parents cultivated that habit in me,plus i just love reading naturally.
I read all sorts of stuff now-John Grisham novels,legal thrillers,conspiracy theories,classics(i'm talking the original Sherlock holmes first editions),Greek mythology,war novels,crime novels,etc etc. . Infact don't get me started on novels sef cos you won't be able to shut me up.

TCD:
After promising to paragraph you still posted entries without paragraphs. Are you allergic to paragraphs? lol

Couldn't read most of your entries. they were just too jam-packed. cant strain my eyes.

okay lemme go and edit it. Just for you!

190:
[color=deeppink]Atreides

i paid your school fees till date and u simply havent mentioned my name[/color]

Ogunfe
Erm but wait oh. . I actually lost that first money. Can you send it again?

Basseti:
Ok, this Atreides chic can write!!!!!!

I like the flow, very different from the prosaic manner of writing on NL.

Plus, very funny     This thread just gave me a reason, apart from my personal interests, to peruse NL again.

And at the risk of sounding judgmental, I have to say u need to slow your row on the ice. U dont have to show no ID but U need to show some restraint. Ok, imma get off my soap box now.

Good luck to your write-up, I will be reading.

-Aww. . Thanks!
I still don't think there's anything wrong with my Smirnoff habit sha.
And please keep reading. Readers are the balm of a writer's soul.

Mobinga:
[s]No hate. But. What the phuck is this? How does this BS concern us? [/s]

You fine sha.   But, err where's your email?  

Ogunfe! I did not write it for you!
My email? Open my profile again and search real hard. Open only one eye(your right eye) and close your left one when you search for it. Truss me,you will see it.

Pornodude:
one more thing, tone down your language a bit and be less technical. yes, its quite good that you can express yourself in almost-perfect written English; but try to get a bit rough and informal. express yourself with the first words that you stumble upon and try not to be too technical cos your story might jus sound too formal and less entertaining.

you wanna entertain us right? pls keep on doing that.

Oh well this is a first. I sound formal? Hmmn. . That's the first time i'm hearing this. This isn't a story-i'm just recounting some of my experiences. I write the way i think-i've not written down any of this stuff anywhere;i just post it on Nl as it enters my brain but i don't think i sound too formal.
As for tryna to sound a bit rough. . Well,you did say try. There's no guarantee i'll actually end up sounding 'rough'. That's not my usual style,but let's see (if)where it goes.

Pornodude:
@poster- which kain tori be this one sef. na so-so dentist i dey read for the thing sef. well nack the tori dey go.

you know what would make this tori more interesting? it is your deepest thoughts. tell us your deep thoughts on any issue and since u r anonymous, feel free to express yourself. this is what Stephen King does and thats why he is so successful.

tell us your DEEPEST fears, ideas, love, hates, likes, dislikes, and u could be a bit sexual (my bit.lol). tell us what you wanted to do to the dentist deep within you. draw us into your head and believe me, it would be a good read. just let it flow.

Im here listening and expecting more.  

Hmmn. . This is interesting;the whole likes,dislikes and inner thoughts bit.
Why am i not surprised that you'd want me to be a bit sexual? Your username pretty much says it all.
I'm acually kinda conservative,so i can't see myself talking about sex in relation to me(not just yet anyway).
I really like the whole drawing you guys into my head part though. I have a lot of stuff going on in my head at any given time(i have been told on occassion that my battery never stops, ).
I think imma work on that-revealing more of myself where necessary,as far as safety and my continued well-being will allow.
And i didn't really want the dentist to do anything. I mean he was cute and all,and he did have rather nice lips(not that i was looking-i just sorta saw them )but the fact that he could converse intelligently was a big plus. I didn't really go further than that though-he was just eye candy. I like looking at cute boys. They're pretty.

New Entry: Burial.
4:29 p.m,Saturday 26th March.
There's a burial going on nearby. They're playing all those useless Bini music(now don't get me wrong-i'm Bini and i don't mind Bini music as long as it makes sense,but the stewwpid music they're playing is ho-rri-ble). Ho-rri-ble!
And are they playing it at normal sound like other sane people would? Of course not. The decibel level is soo high it feels like my eardrums will soon burst.
(some)Nigerians are BAD neigbors. No sense of fellow feeling,i tell ya.
All things being equal,this assault on my senses will prolly continue into the wee hours of the night. I find myself contemplating mass murder. I'm a bit stuck on the proper method though. C4? Dynamite? Or a nice automatic assault rifle? Just put it on and spray it into the crowd,cackling with unadulterated glee? Or the satisfaction of watching everything go 'BOOM!'? Choices,choices,choices. The mind boggles.

eros:
Lovely journal and i must also add that you are very smart for your age to write the way you do.

Keep it up and will always follow your write up closely and don't get too carried away by giving out your personal info on here. It's a public forum and there are perverts lurking around looking for teenage girls to devour  

Just kidding  

Seriously, never give out your personal contact details anyways. Stay safe.

Ahaha. . i know there are lotsa pervs on Nl and everywhere. Did you notice i didn't give out my real name? And i just gave a general description of where i live-just Uselu,not my street name and not my street number. Besides,Esohe and Kayode may not be my cousins' real names.
I try to be as safe i can be online,so the only details i'm gonna give away are those that are necessary. Thanks for reminding me of that!

baslone:
I was goin to say same. . . . I think you are to young to be consuming alcohol! Stay off the ice!

Really? You should see the way people drink!
I don't have any vices-i don't smoke(because i like my lungs just the way they are,thank you very much),i don't smoke pot(because pot turns your brain to mush. Plus,it makes you fat),i don't have random sex(okay technically i don't have any kind of sex. I mean i know it'll happen in the future but for now i'm not ready for that),i'm not the clubbing type so i don't go to clubs and party all night(like my uncle would let me out of the house even if i tried.),etc etc.
My point is i don't have any vices;the ony 'bad'(and i use that word under advisement)thing i do is drink a bottle of Smirnoff ice every now and then. I drink in moderation-the last time i got wasted was at my graduation but that was special-i mean after 6 years of secondary school torture,getting out of school deserved some (mild)craziniess,and i didn't even get drunk outside! I came home,entered my room and proceeded to get wasted.
I read,i make excellent grades,and i honestly don't see anything wrong with my Smirnoff ice habit. My parents are well aware of it and don't have any problems with it since i do it in moderation.
@All who like this,thanks! @All Unben alumni,get ready for more memories! If i'm able to keep this up till i graduate,it would really be awesome. Think of all the memories it would bring back!

New Entry: Political awareness.
3:22p.m,Saturday March 26th.
Some of my uncle's friends are in the parlor,and they're talking politics.
Buhari,Ribadu,Jonathan,the pros and cons of each candidate,etc etc. I must admit,i don't really give a damn one way or the other. You know why? I don't care about politics/governance/whatever because no matter how much i care,it won't change a thing. Not  one bloody thing. Bad things happen in Nigeria;that's a given.

Sometimes when you hear bad news too often,you sorta get used to it. Like sure,it's such a horrible thing to happen,yadda yadda yadda,but it doesn't really get to you,y'know?

I hear about kids not being able to go to school,people not being able to afford decent meals,people who can't pay their hospital bills,accidents,deaths,etc etc,and it's all really sad,but it got to a point where i didn't really feel it. Does that sound cold? Well there you have it. I'd say to myself;"Wow,that's really bad",but then after a while it'd leave my mind. I'd go to school,i'd gist with my friends,i'd read a good novel,everything was right in my world. Everything is right in my world,and sometimes i forget that someone else's world is upside down. The last time something really got to me was during the Jos crisis. When it started,i was properly horrified. What's wrong with all those cutlass wielding Hausa mad-men?,i would ask. How can they do those things to their fellow humans,i wondered. Even then,i didn't really feel it any more than on a surface level.

After a few weeks,i grew numb. Sure,what was happening to them was bad,but it didn't directly affect me. I didn't know anybody in Jos-none of my friends or family lived there,so it didn't directly affect me. And i stopped bothering my head about it. I'm not proud of that,but there it is. I continued in my blissful numbness,until something happened to shock me out of it. I saw a picture. It was a picture of a mother and her child. I say child because the two of them were so burned up i couldn't tell whether that kid was a boy or a girl. Even the mother's corpse was pretty burned up too-i only guessed from the size of the body that it was a woman-the damage was too extensive for me to be sure. I don't know whether they were actually mother and child,and in the scheme of things,it didn't really matter much. All i could see was that they were people,or at least they had been. That child was someone's son or daughter,was someone's brother or sister,someone's cousin,someone's niece or nephew. That woman was someone's wife,someone's mother. And they were dead-just like that. A chilling thought ran through my mind:"That could've been me".

What if i was living in Jos when it happened? That could be me,all burned up to a crisp. That could be one of my sisters. That could be my brother. That could be my mom or my dad,and they'd be just as dead. Just as dead. I cried that day. I don't cry often,but i cried that day. And then i asked myself what kind of person i was. How could i have been so uncaring,so deadened to others' pain that it took something as gory as that picture to get a reaction from me? What did that say about the kinda person i was? I was in a black mood for a while,because i let myself care. I let myself care about the crazy poo that happens in this country,and guess what,as much as i cared,NOTHING CHANGED. Caring about something so much it's like a physical ache in your own heart,caring about something that deeply and being unable to do a single thing about it? The utter helplessness that gnaws at your soul?

That's a special kind of hurt.

So i don't care,because when i let myself care about stuff,i just end up hurting myself. I know how people say oh,we the youths have to change the system,blah blah blah,and that's crap. Maybe it isn't crap,but i don't believe it anymore.
I used to,a while ago,but i don't anymore. I can't point out the exact moment when i realized that nothing will ever change in this country,but i have had that epiphany. Hope is a fraigile thing,and when it's gone,it's gone.

That's why i'm not the least bit interested in Politics. Whether it's Buhari or Jonathan or whoever-nothing's gonna change. If it does,i'll be pleasantly surprised,but i won't believe,i won't hope that things will get any better. I refuse to set myself up for that dissappointment,a dissapointment that will inevitably come.
The only thing that means anything to me is my family. It's going to school,making good grades,getting out and working. I suppose i'll work in the corporate world for a while,but my goal is and always has been to build something of my own. Higher education teaches you how to be an employee,not an employer. I want to break that mould,think outside the box,be my own person. I want to make something of myself,to help my family and others as much as i can.

I depend on me,my God and my family,because they're the only ones who'll never dissapoint me. So whatever happens in the political sphere is not my business. They can all go up in flames for all i care. Politics? Count me out of it.

[quote author=kloma_k link=topic=631104.msg7990618#msg7990618 date=1301148050]Nice!!! keep it up.
. BTW, keep away from Dr. Cutie, his calls are getting too regular!¬![/quote] Haha. . I'm not complaining. .

naijangel7:
Good work, Atreides. But please as someone has pointed out you need to space your writing with paragraphs. Easier on the eyes

p.s. what's the legal age for drinking in Nigeria? do we even have one? Smirnoff Ice is alcoholic lol

I think the legal age is 18. But,you don't have to show i.d to buy alcohol,so it doesn't really matter. People hawk canned alcohol everywhere. Directly opposite my house is a store that sells beer,Smirnoff,assorted alcohol etc,and they've never asked for my i.d. I can't take any alcohol that's bitter so it's mostly Smirnoff,Bailey's occasionally,etc etc-as long as it's sweet. But legal age doesn't matter much.
@All,i'm gonna write in paragraphs. Thanks for pointing it out!

tyson55:
What the hell is someones visit to a dentist doing on the front page? Smh. *hisses, and works out*

Odabo!
Make sure you don't 'work' back in.

Chuks84:
Lol, no offense meant, I sometimes get carried away with the anonymity one enjoys on forums like this, It makes me write things I wouldn't dream of saying to anybody on a normal day. On the up side, I like the way you write, you have a gift for expressing your thoughts in a very articulate manner.

None taken .
And thanks. . .
To everyone who's reading this: Let me say this again,this isn't a story,it's a journal-so it's pace will be a bit slower than a normal story.

dare0834:
Lovely piece, bookmarking this page,

Thanks!

New Entry:
1:21 p.m,Saturday 26th of March,2011.
Just entering Benin. There's crazy traffic at Ugbowo. I'm tempted to just get out of the car and take a bike home-except where would i put my stuff?
I'm not a girly girl,but even i have to pack a bag when i'm travelling. Just one bag actually-i couldn't carry more than one. You should see my sisters when they're travelling. 3,4 bags. One for clothes,one for shoes,one small one with make-up and other unmentionables. . So they tote 3 to 4 bags up and down all the time,even when they're spending as little as two weeks away. Me? Tufiakwa. Everything must enter one bag. Anything that doesn't stays behind.
This trip wasn't long-3 hours(ish). I bought a can of Smirnoff on the way.  the heat in Benin is terrible. It's as hot as Lagos was six months ago. Which makes me wonder;if Benin is so hot now,then the heat in Lagos will be boiling people's blood. That's  the major reason why i didn't go to Lagos. It's too bloody hot!
P.s-Entries will vary in length,depending on what happens that day.
Double P.s-I usually write in third person,not first,so if there's anything weird with my tenses or whatever,please forgive the errors until i get used to writing in first person.

*grins*
It's not a story-it's a journal. If i wanted to make it more entertaining,i suppose i could make up salacious stories about aristos,drugs and sex. However,sometimes the most entertaining thing in real-life is sometimes something as simple as a trip to the dentist. In any case,this isn't a story,it's a journal that's pretty much about day to day experiences. I'm just getting started. I imagine it'll heat up as time goes by.
If it doesn't entertain you,then don't read it.

I showed her my teeth(or my lack thereof) and the prescription.
Oh,did i mention that i brought the tooth home? The first one was whole but the other one was in bits and pieces(therefore useless)and so he asked me whether i wanted to carry it with me. "Heck,yeah",i said. Carrying home a memento of my ordeal would be beyond cool. Plus,my tooth was a pretty tooth. So he washed it for me and wrapped it up in his used surgical mask. I took it with me when i left. So i showed it to big mummy. We oohed and aahed over it,and then she gave me the drugs. Since i wasn't supposed to chew anything she made garri(eba)for me and i had to eat it before i could take the drugs. I hardly ever eat swallow-i'm more of a rice person so i simply couldn't imagine how and what i was gonna eat for the next two weeks. I called my dad when i got home to tell him that i'd done it. He asked whether it had hurt and when i said yes,he said good. I smiled and shook my head. He would never change,my old man,and i liked it that way. I took a picture of the tooth and uploaded it on fb(getting loads of comments). Then i took the drugs and slept off.
Dr Cutie called me the next morning to find out how my teeth were and all that. Mom and my sisters called the night before. On Thursday morning,i travelled to Warri to go see my Uncle and my cousins,and that's where i've been since.
Today i'm travelling back to Benin,because school's supposed to resume on the 28th(that's on Monday).
My Uncle's wife and i went shopping yesterday,y'know buying provisions in bulk,bag of rice,custard,oil,sardines,soap,milk,coffee,cocoa etc etc;the usual stuff.
Right now i'm waiting for Bro Kayode to come drive me to Benin. Bro Kayode is a cousin of mine who lives in Benin.
At this point,i feel i should tell you that my dad's father had 9 wives and almost 30 children(although some of them died). That's right,my dad has 21 living siblings. Which means his siblings have their own kids too. Which means i have a LOT of cousins,and that's from my dad's side alone. So you'll be seeing lots of references to cousins,aunts,first cousins once removed,etc etc.

I was a bit worried-yeah,my tongue was heavy but i cold still feel it. Didn't anaesthesia mean numbness? I wasn't supposed to feel anything,was i?
The dentist brought out the drill. It was mildly scary,yes,but nothing like the mind-numbing terror i felt at the sight of the needle. I told him i could still feel my mouth and he said i should just wait. So i waited,and he put the drill in my tooth and started drilling away. It was horrible-because i could feel everything. I could feel him drilling,and i could feel him pulling my tooth up and down. The only thing that stopped me from walking out there and then was the thought of future tooth-aches. Nothing in my life has ever destabilized me as much as my toothaches did. Could i really handle that pain for even longer? And how would i eat? I imagined eating a piece of chicken through a straw and the thought made me smile(sorta-i imagine my smile was pretty grotesque,what with my mouth wide open and blood gushing out of it). It really,really hurt. I had to stop the dentist twice,just to give me a breather. He said because i had such a high pain threshold,and because i drink alcohol,the anaesthesia wasn't as effective on me as it was on other people.'Couldn't they get a stronger anaesthetic?,i wondered. After a few seconds he was at it again. I squeezed my hands into tight balls and crossed my legs. I could feel my eyes fill with tears-and i never cry. That's how much it hurt. When he saw the tears in my eyes(my face remained the same-the only sign that i was in pain was the tears in my eyes;but i wasn't crying or anything-the tears were just there),he told me that the tooth was already mobile and it would soon be over. True enough,in a few seconds he pulled my molar out,in all it's toothy glory. It was beyond cool. Bits of the crown was gone, it was long(the part in my gum) and pink-ish and as weird as this sounds,it was actually kinda pretty. The whole thing took less than ten minutes. He started working on the other one,which was more difficult since there was no crown left(there was a little bit but it was negligible). About 15 minutes later,he was done.
People had been calling me all day;my mom,my aunt,my cousin Esohe(the same one who told me to call my dad),my sisters etc. I couldn't pick their calls(what with the drill in my mouth and all)so i hadn't picked any of their calls for about 2 hours. I knew they were worried but i couldn't pick their calls when i was in the O.R. It got so bad that after the S & P i just had to call my sister and tell her that no one should call me anymore because i was about to start the extraction,that i would call them when i was done.
So when i finished,i paid up,the doctors wrote a prescription and gave me all sorts of advice about how i had to eat swallowable foods for the next two weeks,use salt and warm water 8 times a day etc etc.
By then it was around 4.15p.m,and UBTH closes by 4. My phone had started ringing again. It got to a point when the doctor asked if i was the last born,with the way everyone was worried. I told him i was the second to the last,but everyone insisted on treating me like a baby.
Why were they so worried? Did they think someone would kidnap me in the hospital or what? Or that i couldn't find my way back home? It's very embarrasing when everyone treats you like a kid.
When my cousin called she said my mom had been going crazy,calling her and saying she couldn't reach me and what was going on. My mom's very prone to paranoia and i knew immediately that she woulda been concocting outlandish scenes about how something bad must have happened to me,how maybe i'd reacted to the anaesthesia and passed out and the doctors couldn't bring me back to consciousness etc etc,or something even worse. Paranoid,i tell ya. She worries too much. I told Anty Esohe(even though she's my cousin she's like 10 years older than i am so i call her aunty)that i was perfectly fine,i hadn't passed out or died,and i was through with the procedure. By this time i'd trekked out to the main gate and was about to take a bike to Uselu market. The clouds were gloomy and i figured it would start raining pretty soon.
"Where are you?",sister Esohe asked. "Can you find your way back home?",she added. "Of course i can. What do you take me for?",i asked,miffed. "Maybe you should wait a bit so that i can come and pick you up",she suggested. "Don't worry. I'm already on the bike,and i'll be home soon. Quit worrying. I'm fine",i said,and that was that. I got on a bike and we sped off to Uselu market. From Uselu market i took another bike to one of the interior streets where my house was. The three of us stay with our aunt and Uncle(sis Esohe's parents). Her mom 's my mom's big sister,and since their mother passed away when they were young,she's more of a mother to them than a sister. So big mummy(that's what we call her)is more like my grandma than my aunt,and coincidentally,big daddy(that's what we call her husband)is related to me from my dad's side. They're middle-aged and all their kids apart from Sis Esohe have left home. So now they have this big house(it's a storey building)that's practically empty and they like having people around so it's a win-win situation for everyone. I got down from the bike and paid him off. The minute i entered the house,the rain started. "Perfect timing",i thought with a smile. Big mummy has a provision store and the whole downstairs is a clinic(she's a nurse) plus a pharmacy store.

I got up the next day and waited for Dr. Cutie(a.la Dr Terry)'s call. And don't go thinking too far-he collected my number only because the x-ray machine was bad and he wanted to call me when it was fixed so i wouldn't have to wait in the hospital for hours. When he called,i left home. When i got there the machine was still broken and i had to wait for a couple of hours. Dr Cutie was really nice-he kept checking up on me and giving me updates and all. Apart from being a cutie,he was a real sweetheart. He kept assuring me that the anaesthesia would make sure it didn't hurt,that i shouldn't be afraid etc. When i finally got into the OR,he was there. He wasn't the one performing the procedure but he was there all the same. The other doctor had those cool surgical masks on,like the ones i see on Grey's Anatomy. So i got into the dentist's chair(which was huge and pretty cool and braced myself). The doctor brought out a needle full of anaesthesia. I gulped. As you've probably deduced,i'm afraid of needles. He squirted a bi t of the anaesthesia into the air(to test it)and brought it closer. I felt one of my legs involuntarily move off the dentist's chair. Eating with my front teeth for the rest of my life didn't seem that bad anymore. I mean,i would manage. I musta looked like a rabbit about to bolt(again!)because Dr Cutie came around to tell me to just calm down. "It'll be over before you know it",he said. For some reason i didn't wanna look like a weakling so i gulped. Again. "Okay,let's do this",i said. If they noticed the quiver in my voice,they didn't say anything. Who the hell developed such torture?,i wondered. Technology's grown in leaps and bounds over the past 50 years. We've flown to the moon,solved problems of quantum physics,made robots,the list goes one,and we still couldn't invent an alternative to injections? What sort of barbaric practice is that,sticking sharp thingies into innocent people all day long,in manners reminiscent of middle age torture? All these thoughts ran through my mind in a matter of seconds. The needle got closer. Why is he moving the bloody needle in slow motion?,i asked myself.
I figure he was moving it at a pretty normal speed,but you know how the mind gets in tense situation. The needle got closer,and i couldn't look. I closed my eyes tightly and i swore i wasn't gonna open them till he was done. The seconds that passed seemed like hours. "Open wide",the dentist said. "Do they want me to tear my mouth? How much wider can i open it?",i thought mutinously,but opened wider all the same. And then i felt it- a sharp prick in my lower jaw. The injecting of a local anaesthetic is very painful. I should know-i googled it,and the dentist didn't use any of the pain reducing methods i saw there;he just stuck it in. It hurt,but i didn't yell or anything. Not with a needle in my mouth. When i feel pain,i grit my teeth and bear it. I imagine it hurts me just as much as it hurts the other person,but i don't show it. The dentist and Dr. Cutie told me i was really brave and really strong-that he' d known patients who'd leapt out of the chairs on seeing the needle. As i had contemplated that same course of action a few minutes before,i didn't exactly feel very brave.
I'd done the S & P earlier.and you wouldn't believe the stuff that came out of my mouth. Plaque,mortar and some tiny pieces of tartar. It was mortifying-i had no idea all that stuff was there. I brush twice a day,i floss,i eat orbit after meals,and still? Mortifying,i tell ya. Okay it prolly wasn't as bad as i'm making it sound,but it was bad to me and that's good enough. The dentist seemed to sense my mild embarrassment,for he chuckled and said i shouldn't beat myself up about it. "There are some things a toothbrush cannot remove,no matter how often and how dilligently you brush",he said,gesturing towards a particularly rock-like piece he'd just scraped off. "That's why you need to have an exam every six months",he added. I nodded my head in respinse(since my mouth was otherwise occupied-with blood and other gross stuff i had to spit out every few minutes). When he saw the extent of damage both teeth had,he kept asking me how i'd lived with the pain for a year. I told him i'd dealt with it. Most times drugs didn't work so i'd just close my eyes,let the pain was over me and wait it out. Anybody that's ever had a toothache knows there's nothing as painful as it. Trust me,this is something i wouldn't wish on my enemies(okay w might wish it on some of my enemies if i had any,but,i digress). "You have a high pain threshold",the dentist said. "Childbirth won't be difficult for you". I gagged. Childbirth. Now there was a terrifying thought. I suddenly had a flash of me sitting up on an OR table,screaming,blood streaming out of my nether regions,my baby poking it's head out of said nether regions and my husband looking like he was about to faint. Lovely picture,i thought sarcastically,glaring at the doctor for putting the picture in my head. I loved kids and everything,but i wasn't ready to have one any time soon. Perish the thought.
So anyways,back to the extraction. The doctor pressed the injection's head and the anaesthesia flowed in. That hurt too. Then we waited for a few minutes,and he asked how it felt. At first,all i felt was a tingling sensation,and then after a few more minutes one side of my tongue felt heavy. He said we were good to go and then injected anesthesia into the other side of my mouth.

I thought about that but i want to see people's replies. In the Journal section people can't post replies to any of my topics.