I have a wonderful dentist.
He is gentle, personable and always looks out for my comfort. Little things, like bringing the chair back up when he is talking to me, so that I am not blinded by that bright light.
Why this love-fest for my dentist ?
Cause he went on holiday, I developed toothache and was referred by his office to the DENTIST FROM HELLLLLLLLL.
I swear to god, I have never felt so small as when I was in this mans chair. I think a piece of meat would have been treated better. His manner was so arrogant and uncaring.
I shit you not, I am BLEEDING.
How the hell does a filling turn into me bleeding from the corner of my mouth and the filling site ?
It hurts worse now than when I had the damn toothache that prompted me to go to the dentist.
Edit: It's four hours later and I have just had to break out the good stuff..... i luuuv Panadeine Forte so muuuuch.
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