Friday, July 17, 2009

The last time was Spring break...

My hands are shaking, I'm pressing down hard- real hard. The tension's building, the pressure immense. Stop, success was unprobable with the initial try. I take hold of the clear covering and release. My fingers still sticky with saliva. It's unbearably tense, tension gone, a sigh of relief. My mind is numbing, recalling the pain, the initial force of my hands sapped. My resolve...crumbling. But there's no backing down at this crucial moment, it's now or never, fingers trembling, yet angling for the perfect repositioning that would ease reentry. The last of my efforts, face contorted, on the verge of hallucination, -crack-clack-click-, my jaw slacks, all strength lost, pain overwhelming. It's over...OW OW OW. The throbbing multiplies by 10. Tight. Too TIGHT!...Oh well, at least I got these retainers in.

I need to thank Janvier for giving me dirty thoughts...

Due to laziness and more unhindered laziness, I didn't wear my retainers since spring break, but painful retribution has been dealt and my teeth have gone back to their once upright selves, after the past two days of above description. When one is going through a truly painful process, one will stop to think whether the result is worth it. Cowards like me adamantly shake our heads, average pain-tolerant men shoot a confident look with fearful eyes, clever men avoid a majority of the pain, and tough guys yell “bring it on”, they also happen to be the most bruised ones at the end. Aside from the usual ego.

3 comments:

nase said...

I'm so ashamed of myself when I first read this post for I thought it was a posting on some sex encounters that you had, lolz. dirty old man!

Pranny said...

........... Yea Nase, first paragraph definitely lead me to somewhere else.. I was like thinking,

Oh my poor Kris , how could that guy be so mean to u...

But then as I read on...

Kris said...

nase- yay! i wanted you to think dirty, so you should blame me for the perverted thinking

jerry- haha, you know I was trying to sound like the "top" here, but I guess no one would ever think I was a topper.