The sterile, fluorescent-ly bright room with misleading cheery green panel curtains turned out to be a slaughter house. And like a butcher wielding a meat cleaver, there was bloodshed! The only sounds were the ineffectual gurgling gasps of white hot pain from the cornered, terrified lamb and the sickening high pitched squeal of whirring metal against enamel.
I went to the dentist today.
As you can see, she is the demon spawn from hell. No one will ever love her for no one could ever love a person you have to pay a pretty penny to torture you. She is surprisingly a rather attractive youngish lady but all that goes out the window the moment she dons the face mask and picks up her instruments of terror.
And have I somehow missed some new development in dentistry etiquette that now encourages the dental practitioner to use the patients chest as a table to hold instruments? I was rather befuddled to find my chest propping up various metal objects during my treatment. As if staring at my gaping mouth oozing blood in the mirror was not unsettling enough. This mirror into the unknown being yet another new and heinous add-on that I had never encountered before.
And guess what? No local anesthetic baby, not even Bonjela rubbed on the gums to dull the pain. She's obviously part sadist, maybe all dentists are. Are dentists exempt from bedside manner as well? I think for a profession that inspires so much fear, a little reassurance couldn't hurt.
I forgot to ask though, do fillings come with a warranty? I should very much like not to see her again for a very long time.
I went to the dentist today.
As you can see, she is the demon spawn from hell. No one will ever love her for no one could ever love a person you have to pay a pretty penny to torture you. She is surprisingly a rather attractive youngish lady but all that goes out the window the moment she dons the face mask and picks up her instruments of terror.
And have I somehow missed some new development in dentistry etiquette that now encourages the dental practitioner to use the patients chest as a table to hold instruments? I was rather befuddled to find my chest propping up various metal objects during my treatment. As if staring at my gaping mouth oozing blood in the mirror was not unsettling enough. This mirror into the unknown being yet another new and heinous add-on that I had never encountered before.
And guess what? No local anesthetic baby, not even Bonjela rubbed on the gums to dull the pain. She's obviously part sadist, maybe all dentists are. Are dentists exempt from bedside manner as well? I think for a profession that inspires so much fear, a little reassurance couldn't hurt.
I forgot to ask though, do fillings come with a warranty? I should very much like not to see her again for a very long time.
