Thursday, August 28, 2008

He is really waiting for me....really!

The right side of my mouth is still swollen and Johan is still very handsome with his big polished wedding band. He shook my hand before I left. Thanks. That helps alot. I was there twenty minutes early, to take the drug that knocks me out...we are not old fashioned like the States...laughing gas...anesthesia...so old fashioned. Here, I drink something...nasty, bitter...terrible...then wonderful, great, beautiful. I lie on the bed and he puts some screenlike blanket over my body...with an opening for my nose and mouth. I settle into the warm cocoon...I don't see him and he does not see me. Johan is young. He uses computers for everything. He is so modern and new. He has so many new gadgets and is always talking about new things. He has a TV screen on his ceiling. Last time, I watched the history of some boring town.

This time, I could not see the TV, because of the blanket thing. I remember my first meeting with Johan...almost six years ago...he was even younger then and more handsome. I had cancelled three times...he sends me texts now reminding me of my appointments...sometimes he sends letters...our relationship has really progressed, even he has noticed how great we are together. I mean six years ago,I told him, to his face, that we can never have such a relationship. You see, I thought it would hurt his feelings...I mean I did not even enter his office for this sensitive conversation but stood at the doorsteps...clutching my bag.

He has been patient. Really. He is perhaps one of the most patient men I have in my life. I really think he cares. I am now doing things I never thought I could...like showing up for an appointment twenty minutes before. I think he is happy with me too...sometimes I think we could actually take this relationship to the next level...like not being so drugged...I thought I was ready for this...but when I cancelled twice again...we both decided to keep the drugs in.



Update: The drugs have now worn off...and now comes the memories...I don't think I ever want to see him again. Ever.

19 comments:

Mogaji said...

Read this eight times. Still don't get it.

Naapali said...

So which teeth did you have pulled?

Nigerican said...

sounds like a wisdom tooth extraction rendezvous to me... but all the same may your love be "Knock me out" pill free :).

chi-grace said...

A secret relationship with your dentist....one that even he does not know about..
Not bad. lol

Omo calabar. said...

Am also lost. Mind to clarify? am off to ur other posts.

geisha.song. said...

i was lost, but thanx to the previous comments i think i've found my way.. i hear it hurts like hell, which is why i'm neva going to the dentist.
even if all my teeth rot and fall out.

Jaycee said...

A 6 years relationship with ur dentist...

Your set of teeth must be wonderful! Lolll.

Patrice said...

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

See what you've done? You put the song "The Drugs Don't Work" by Verve in my head. Now I have to go to YouTube and waste a half hour watching the video five times just to satisfy the itch. You could have at least embedded the video in your post and saved me some trouble.

Waffarian said...

@patrice: hope its not too late...

Mogaji said...

LOL apparently I have never been to a dentist

naijalines said...

Is it more like dealing with the memory of him or getting him out... is like pulling teeth out? Just thinking...

Patrice said...

Never too late, thanks!

Now, for my next trick, I will pull a rabbit out of Waffarian's blog hat.

Standtall said...

Bad tooth and lover boy. So what happened next?

Naapali said...

so no be only me dey scratch head sometimes wen I read Waffy.

@ Patrice
- you don't know how many times the Verve comes to mind late at night with patients threatening to die in spite of the drugs I have been pushing in them.

Waffarian said...

@mogaji: Yep! I was at the dentist's.

@naapali and nigerican: It was a wisdom tooth, that painful mutherfucker.

@chi-grace: Hehehehe...always lovely to have him in my dreams.

@omo calabar: See above comments.

@geisha song: sigh. If only I was that lucky.

@jaycee: My dear, I no know say dem dey take their "regular visits" seriosly oh. They send me letters and all. I go for regular check ups and also I have to go for regular cleansing or whatever its called with the teeth hygenist. I had no idea about all this during my "healthy" period when I was trying to become a responsible adult. Its now a fucking night mare. Constant emails, letters, updates...it never ends!

@naijalines and everybody: Yes, its the memories, the pain, everything. I have a phobia...its really bad. It has taken me years to go to the dentist without almost passing out.

@Standtall: Well, I freaked out the next day when I saw blood and some flesh...I did an emergency call, crying and all that.A serious panic attack. My dear dentist was calm as always...I got his private number..incase I freak out again. I haven't freaked out yet.

@naapali: Ha! I know you're loving it.

SOLOMONSYDELLE said...

okay, at first, I was thinking abortion, then I started thinking about a dental visit. So which is it?

How now?

Waffarian said...

@solomonsydelle:I wish I had not written all those comments explaining, now I am tempted to say it was abortion.Hmmmmmmm, maybe I should write a story about that...in the back alley of hospital in Benin...my feet stained from the Benin red sand...

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Buttercup said...

ok, i was also confused...the comments have clarified it..lol..