Dr.Pulski

The walls are baby blue and the light from the light fixtures is shining through pictures of clouds. One of the fixtures has a cartoon of U.S Airforce planes--that one's right above me. The other one has pictures of the bottom of parachutes, so it seems like the parachutes are falling down above your head.

The television is turned to Disney Channel. It's the show about the wizards.

"Open big," Says Dr.Pulski.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

Novocaine.

"Just stay there for a second." Alright, Doc--I'll try not to get up and go for a jog, or something. I look at the framed child drawings on the wall.

The doctor's assistant comes by and looks at the digital clock.

My cheek starts to numb, but I'm not feeling that weird, shaky, distant feeling I usually feel with novocaine.

I look at the digital clock.

15:32

"Zulu time," I say.

"No honey, it's Army time."

I nod. Nothing to say.

"I can't fix it." She picks it up. Presses numerous buttons.

"Look at that!" She fixed it.

Look at that.

The Pulski returns.

"Lean back."

I lean back.

"Do you need my glasses?"

She says something along the lines of..."Givvy here, darlin'." I open mouth and she puts a metal thing on my tooth and attaches it to a strange rubber thing (that matches their walls) on my mouth.

"This won't take long. Now tell me if anything hurts." I stare at him.

Why do dentists do that?

After I get my filling, I go get ice cream.

On my way out, I notice that the assistant has not "fixed" the clock.
She has only, in fact, changed it to 04:53 AM.