Strange, are there any stones in the puffs? It shouldn't. I put my finger on the upper molar and stroked it back and forth. I walked back and forth several times and found nothing wrong. Just when I was going to come back in vain, suddenly, I felt a sharp touch on the back of my upper molar, like a frosted stone grinding a very sharp edge. I felt back from that small breakthrough. Suddenly, my heart suddenly fell-my tooth was gone. ...
I almost immediately thought of what my mother told me about overeating toothless children and the irreversible damage of stomach acid to teeth. What's more, I can't stand the feeling of tooth decay since I was a child. I always make it up when it is missing, whether in the morning or at night. However, the dental clinic closed in the middle of the night, so I spent the whole night in pain and embarrassment.
Today, when I got up, it was past eleven o'clock. I rushed to the dental clinic next to my home without even eating. In the dental clinic, I met a doctor I like very much. He is very serious and professional, and he is also my favorite type-with regular facial features and slim figure. His white coat rubs my forehead repeatedly when filling my teeth. I looked up at him and looked at his earnest eyes, short eyelashes and extremely thin auricles. My heart seemed to be hit by Cupid's arrow, and I almost impulsively went up to ask someone for WeChat.
Of course, this is another story. Because my teeth were badly broken, I lay in that chair in Will's mouth for three hours! At half past three, the doctors and nurses kept repeating "almost ready" to me. The doctor also told me to "endure the last five minutes". I waited and waited, and the daylily was cold. I'm so hungry that my abdomen hurts, and my chest is as bad as my back. I really feel that my body has been hollowed out. But the doctor's "yellow" and "black" instructions let me know-it's still far away!
It's already 4: 30 when I see the light of day again. I dragged my tired body to 7 1 1. Now I have two choices in my mind-just have a good meal, eat at the right time in the evening, but postpone eating for an hour. I am entangled-it is not worth eating so many calories after being hungry for so long, but I am greedy for bread. When I hesitated, I had bought stew. I opened the lid of the cup, and the hot air mixed with fragrance came on my face, making my eyes full of fog. But when the fog cleared, irritability quickly spread through my heart-a bowl of good light brown soup with shiny oil floating on it. Originally, I chose the second meal plan, but it was much more oily than before-combined with being hungry for so long today, I ate more calories than before? The more I think about it, the worse my face gets. I walked to the side of the road with the stewed food and poured half the soup on the ground. Although the big oil spots in the cup have disappeared, thin oil flowers are still attached to the soup.
I was alone with Ed for two weeks, and now I'm really devastated. I want to cry, shout and smash a good meal-of course, this only exists in my imagination. I walked to the side of the road step by step.
Today's journey is the longest I have ever walked home. In the elevator, I approached the elevator door step by step and almost wanted to hit the door with my head-why! Why haven't you come home yet! I am so hungry! I want to wash vegetables!
The elevator door finally opened and I almost rushed home. I rinsed it twice with boiling water, picked up a piece of konjac silk and stuffed it in my mouth. However, to my near collapse, my taste almost failed because of anesthetic. What's even more frightening is that although I can't chew the taste of vegetables, the pungent smell of medicine, the burnt smell of treatment just now and the salty and sweet smell of blood stimulate my taste buds. The smell was unbearable, and I threw up on the paper towel-the toilet paper was red with blood from the stew residue. At first, the blood was pink, like diluted red gouache. Later, my vomit became more and more fishy, but I didn't feel anything except the bad smell in my mouth.
This is probably the fastest good stew I've ever eaten. Four, one minute. I shoved it into my mouth. The stew just soaked in boiling water is very hot. I was so hot that tears welled up in my eyes that I tried to swallow the stew mixed with blood.
-That's disgusting.
I thought I could do it, but after two weeks, I still collapsed.
I wanted to thank my parents for spending hours with me. ...