Today, yes another visit to the dentist… It’s a glamorous life :)
I made postcards for the dentist (27 years old) the skilled assistant (who did a homestay experience in Kamloops, BC) to thank them for their diligence and dealing with my complicated problem (some infected root conundrum)
Previously:
BTW because im chatty when nervous (also when not) i asked dentist plans for Golden week holiday
"Onsen" he said
Me "Where?"
"Tottori"
"Misasa?"
"Yes, how do you know Misasa Hot Spring?"
"I went before," (doing math in head) "before you were born"
Before and after was Matcha and Ramen respectively
This door is held closed by a pair of scissors. This lingers with so much metaphor which I cannot begin to explain. Perhaps in the future poem.
