Why I'm doing this and my first story

OK so I'm just in the middle of reading in the middle of the night and it struck me that as a writer I'm not getting my own stuff out there. So I figured why not try this whole blogging malarky that people keep talking about. Then I wonder to myself, what the hell am I going to talk about? I'm an unemployed person with little or no social life. Doesn't exactly come across as interesting reading really. So I thought I'll just post random thoughts on the odd occasion that something interesting happens to me. So here it is, I'm going to kick off my first blog with something everyone loves, a trip to the dentists.

Now bare in mind this was a few weeks ago so the details are a bit hazy. However, here we go... I have just been for a "check up" to the dentists. Being on job seekers has it's benefits, it was free, kerching!

Now this is the first time I've had a check up as an "adult" in dentistry language and I have to say it was the strangest experience of my life. For starters you sit in the chair as usual and the dentist does the standard counting of your teeth etc. Then suddenly she said to me "I'm just going to give them a bit of a polish." Obviously my teeth cleaning abilities are being brought into question but before I can jump to my defence what only can be described as a dremel with a toothbrush head on is shoved into my mouth and she begins to "polish" my teeth. I'm sat/laid in this chair and the noise the dremel toothbrush makes is horrible, it's screaming at me. I don't know about you but I don't normally polish things with grit.
After a few minutes of that she says that I've got some "stubborn plaque". I didn't even know plaque could be stubborn. She puts away the dremel and returns with something out of a horror film, this sharp hooklike object. I make the silly mistake of trying to make a joke about "is it safe?" (See Marathon Man for the reference). She doesn't get the joke and says with a pretty annoyed tone "Of course it's safe." Then the hook is in my mouth. My eyes are jammed shut, apparently my subconcious thinks that by screwing up my eyes I won't be able to hear the horrible scraping noise the hook is making on that "stubborn plaque." Screwing up my eyes doesn't work.
I have to get her to stop part way through due to the noise and slight pain of having a sharp object jammed between the tiny gaps between my teeth. I rinse my mouth out with that coloured water (which does not taste nice), it's the blue one this time. And back in she goes. When she is finished attacking my "stubborn plaque" I rinse again and it feels like there is a gap about a centimetre wide in between my bottom teeth, of course it's probably not even a millimetre wide.
"Hmmm that's strange." I say.
"What is? The gap?" She replies.
"Yeah." I say, lying. It wasn't the gap itself that felt strange it was the fact that I am positive I could feel scratch marks on the back of my teeth near the gap. But I didn't want to anger the person who had the tray full of painful looking utensils.

After my session at the dentist I returned home from a successful trip and celebrated my new clean teeth the only way you should, a Chinese takeaway and a tub of ice cream before forgetting to brush my teeth before bed.

I hope you've enjoyed my first blog, I'm going to try to keep on top of this and produce at least one a week about something interesting. Sometimes I might just do them about my own weird and wonderful thoughts. Anyway, ta ta for now :)