Good. My sister thinks I'm become a kind of Michael Jackson because of my obsession with teeth, but WO! I do not let them scare me and I continue my journey bravely leading to less pluss worst teeth.
I am now returned to my experience laser whitening [sound effect of flicker (it makes noise, flicker ??)].
An appointment at 9am in the morning, it almost always implies that my day will be a little harder to live. I never get used to live as before.
This time, it is not Dr. Boubou who cares for me, a young woman I do not know. She explains how she will proceed to launder my teeth with the magic of the laser. While she talks to me, I realize that I'm hungry. I can not begin a day with just a fruit as fuel, tse. It takes me a minimum of calories to function! And I have no reserves, and more! Arf. I am disappointed as a child who has no party gifts. How will I survive? ... Cursed, why j'obsède on my hunger? I have to focus on what the lady told me!
"Are you ready?" "Uh, yes!"
I do not know how to call the Cossins in my mouth, but I'm sure I surpasses my record in my charts ridiculous. It m'écartèle mouth is grotesque I can not move my tongue, let alone speak. I can at least make sounds and gestures ... Fortunately, dentists and their assistants are familiar with this language.
The mysterious Madame apply the stuff and then pass a laser magic. I think it's cool and I know why. Maybe a little because I wear glasses and that the ceiling is purple neon. Or because it's magic.
After that, we must wait a little while.
It hurts.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
I tip the tooth guilty, and Madame understood immediately. She knows that my teeth were decalcified in some places because of my long addiction to drink drinks (cursed be thou, 7Vies !!!), and this is what causes sharp pain. It takes a bit of stuff and I'm immediately relieved.
At the end of treatment, my teeth are whiter, but I still decides to continue treatment at home to get the results pub Crest photoshoped (Michael Jackson, I tell you!). I
super anxious to get back just to eat but I preferred to lose myself in my transfer bus to meet me to tour in L'Ancienne-Lorette (!?). In any case, bin bin beautiful L'Ancienne-Lorette. Pff.
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