Salty Secrets
Posted by: anothershore on: Wednesday, July 2, 2008
They’ve got a new machine at Dr S./B.’s surgery. It’s a Salt Machine with Air Flow which is used to descale the teeth and the spaces between them and make the final polished result more gleaming. It’s quite nice, actually, and Dr S./B. said that the Japanese clients especially prefer it because it makes no noise, compared with the Ultrasonic Probe. I’ve always liked salt, and see it as a guilty pleasure, because I know many people think it’s bad for you, though I’m skeptical, lumping it as I do together with the man-made global warming issue.
Anyway, with the tasty salt and air flowing around my mouth, Dr S./B. asked me how old I was. I was eventually able to reply after the suction was complete. Dr S./B. said, “No, No! You are still young, Mr David.” I said, “thank you” and asked for some more salt.
Because it was just a normal cleaning procedure, I don’t have to stick to white food and so was able to go to Starbucks afterwards, though I got very wet in the rain, which has been falling almost continuously for several days now and then felt rather cold in the air-con.
I had chicken with basil, spices and plain rice tonight.
5 Responses to "Salty Secrets"
Tuesday, July 8, 2008 at 20:17
“Salt consists of the elements sodium and chloride” This was the printed answer to the question: “Out of which chemical elements does salt consist?” in the bumper book of xmas family quizzes. I lost half a point – awarded by
adjudicator Aunty Carol for my reply of:
“sodium and chlorine”.
“-Well that’s not what it says in the book”
“-I don’t bloody care what it says in the book”
The joys of the the festive season..
Saturday, July 12, 2008 at 15:41
Hey, Bro (as I used to address my drug..I mean, bible, dealer) in the wicked fleshpots of Noo Yawk),
Well, here I am back in the ole’ comforts of Babylon. And it’s got me thinkin’: what if all the dealers stopped dealing C and started dealing salt? Would that perhaps clear up space in prison for all those naughty sodomophiles? Thanks for the p-card, btw. The fabulous E (the man, not the drug, nor the Prophet Elisha, incidentally) says thankyou, but wonders “what is a blog”? I flashed him a superior kinda smile and said “xxxx XX Xxxxxxxx”. Though this appears to have confused him even more. Do hurry back to chivvy us along, darling. In your absence I am reading Proust, giving up fish and writing a singularly thrilling epic about adderall. Toodle pippins and my love to Ache, Dong, Nikoff and the soubriquets,
Ever thine,
Samba xxx
Saturday, July 12, 2008 at 15:42
Nice try, Khun Paddy, darling.
However, as David is reluctant to take the Skytrain to Bangkwang, he is sorry to have to curtail certain aspects of our much-cherished free speech.
No flag-burning here, I fear.
Saturday, July 12, 2008 at 15:43
p.s. I note it says “your comment is awaiting moderation”. Don’t even try it…
Paranoid,
PCK xx
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Friday, July 4, 2008 at 20:53
Ah the salt machine. It’s lovely isn’t it? I go to my dentist every 6 months and really enjoy the salt cleaning session. I feel so clean after. I wish I could go every week.