My Dentist: Drilled to Thrill

Well this is not a love story between a raunchy dentist and a breathtaking damsel with limited oral hygiene.
"My Dentist" is the name of the clinic I had gone to, to rid my pearls of nicotine stains.
Well the lady (so now you know why this is not a love story) prodded into my mouth and said that instead of scaling she needed to drill out some portions of my front teeth for better longevity.
Naïve that I was, I agreed. Next she said that to make me comfortable she shall inject me with local anesthesia.
I took a deep breath and was expecting the needle into my mouth. It was done….I was proud of my valour, and before I knew it, the needle went right back into my mouth a couple of more times. So much for comfort.
All the same, after a while the effect set in, and my lips and mouth felt about 15 kgs heavier.
Then the lady said, "Well, now you take a nice nap and let us do our work". Though I did not nap, I let her do her work…
Owing to the numbness, I kept playing Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" in my head. After about playing it for the 5th time, I had a sneaky feeling that the drilling was going on for far too long.
Finally she stopped and I asked for a mirror.
LIVE HORROR SHOW!!! That’s what I looked like!!! My four incisors that three large holes drilled in! Now while I am no Ms. Universe, I was reasonably happy with my looks. But, post the drilling session, I had a smile to match the witches of Macbeth.
I called my husband and asked for his presence within seconds. He did not disappoint me. And then he saw me. Now I am sure that he loves me a lot, as he neither shuddered with disgust nor break into a guffaw at the state of my teeth.
Then I looked at my dentist,with eye brimming with accusation instead of tears. She explained that while she is very conservative in her preparations,that amount of dental loss was inevitable!!!!
Dental Loss!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s similar to calling Madonna a "Lady with the Itch".
I could barely look at my self without dissolving into tears…
My dentist was still braving my tantrums with the same line" You will feel different once I am through"
I wanted to tell her, I did not care how I FELT, was only concerned about how I LOOKED.
Well both of us went back to work, she with her sealing her drilling and me to singing Comfortably Numb.
I would end by saying that she did not keep her word, I did not look different when she was through with me, I looked the same as before.

What if…….

What if it rains non stop
What if the elusive thing we call romance in our teens never die?
What if you could be thirty and go back to being 16?
What if you could be allowed to come to work stoned?
What if money was the least important thing in our lives and music the most important
What if we could appreciate people while they were there instead of rueing it when they are not?
What if life was 3 hours long as in movies?
What if we got all we desired, but deserved none of it?
What if I had an answer to all the what ifs?