Smeg Fridge In Melbourne

D'anesthetic morning

this morning did not take the anesthesia. And yes I had put two and a truncal. Nothing ...
When the subtle tip of the drill started to do his damn job, I received a thin dense straight to the brain.
I raise my hand, not to go to the bathroom, but to mention that the tooth is still sensitive. Well, the other two filled syringe. Start over. Still in pain! At that point the dentist, a beautiful blonde girl with the gentle Tuscan accent, he decided to go heavy and shoot me - always politely - three or four vials of anesthetic a little 'everywhere. I lost count. For heaven's sake I have lost the sensitivity of the entire oral apparatus, but I'm too mad.
I closed my eyes and I began to feel very light, minding my own, last night, the dreams of night, preparations for the Halloween party and in fact the most and least. Then I started to wonder what she was thinking ... so the dentist. Who knows what was behind his beautiful blue eyes on those delicate rosy cheeks. I reflected in his eyes and tried to get inside and then up into his brain and find out his thoughts. Being Malkovich. I wonder what I would find in the drawers and dusty corners of his mind.

Obviously this was the effect of the anesthetic, I guess. After the work of cut and sew my mouth, I soon realized I was totally stunned. I had forgotten how to walk among civilized people, had the vacant look and I was amazed to sing out loud ...
Then the feeling of hunger was heard and with the intent to have breakfast I headed by car to the supermarket and - who knows why - I bought a pack of crisps and a super nice jar of Nutella!
Once home I realized that I was not myself and that was not the breakfast of champions, so I gave up and resumed the car I went to meditate at the Heron Park. There, surrounded by nature, a gentle breeze ruffled my hair giving me look even more experienced. The radio trasmettevai Metallica and I ripendevo the senses, very slowly ...