Why I Hate the Dentist

We all dislike those gum poking bastards but this time they have gone too far. No its not just the usual excuse about that bone eroding noise of the drill in action, although that is far from pleasant. Shall I tell you why?

1) My childhood dentist did 2 extractions before the local had time to take hold, apprently it was a busy afternoon; so busy he couldn't wait the 5 fucking minutes it takes to numb mu mouyth. After the screaming stopped I was handed a paper tissue and booted out the door dripping blood the whole way.

2) With a fear of dentist firmly established I avoided them until I broke a tooth and there was no avoiding it. So I phone up to see about an NHS dentist only to be informed that my name can go on a waiting list for a dentist training college that is going to be built sometime in the next 3 years. Thanks but it might JUST need treating before that.

3) Get a swanky new dentist on the banks of the river ness who does extractions with ease, filings without trouble but cannot seem to master the whole anaesthetic things. If in doubt just pump the mouth full is her motto. So I returned to work this morning withthe entire side of my face numb. Left eye unable to close properly, nostril (my bloody nostril for godsake) started playing up and my mouth made me look like lopsided Stanely. Still it is done, my mouth is shining with metal and I don't ahve to go back for another 6 months. My fear of dentists has abated slighty.