“Very good. I went to my evening appointment a couple of hours later, mulling over how I was going to amicably end this toxic relationship with my dentist. Xxx “Ah…” is all I ever said about that. Later when they’ve penetrated my colon, it feels more like I sat on one of those waky inflatable tube guys from the car dealership. But—but probably because I’m always so eager to get the next appointment over and done with. I get that it’s not easy living amongst frail mortal beings capable of feeling pain when you’re from a hellish plane of existence where outdated traditions see females of all sentient species as tentacle cozies, but, at the same time, I feel like monsters working in healthcare with women patients could stand to make a few compromises.
