Undiscovered Talent

I sit at the desk, on the squeeky tilted chair and hold up a large roll of gauze.

I begin laying down the gauze and unrolling it, then start folding it into small portions -- fold fold fold.

I use the black sciccors, the one with the broken handle -- the only available sciccors there -- and start cutting across the thick gauze, very difficultly.

After cursing the sciccors and kissing my sore fingers, I take 4 sheets of gauze from the hundreds infront of me, and begin to fold it in the proper dental way of folding gauzes.

I stack up all the gauzes that I folded, into towers and see how high it can go (without the doctor seeing my childish act).

I arrange all the gauzes nicely in a box and sometimes get mad when I accidently fling it around and have to fold them again.

I secure the gauzes in enveloped paper that I have to make using staplers which I can never find the ubat stapler.

I put them in the sterilising machine so that all the germs from my hands that got on to the gauze would die hopelessly.

Apparently, the sterilising machine makes a much worse WENGGGG sound than my computer.

Then I have to put the sterilised gauzes into small little plastic covers for the use of civilians with rotten teeth problem.







And all that fuss just so that patients can stuff the gauzes in their smelly mouths to get em all bloody and spit them out in a few minutes or so. Woop Dee Doo Dah


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