I had to go to the dentist this morning. For a simple cleaning. The dentist decided she wanted to shave a little bit off my crown, the drill slipped, and I currently have a giant gouge in the bottom of my mouth and a jaw full of novocaine.
At least I got the cleaning for free.
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ow! ow! ow!
My former dental hygenist always left me a lacerated mess. I've been avoiding making an appointment with our new dentist (fingers in my ears - la, la, la - what cracked tooth?)
Hygienists are sadists. Absolute sadists!
My nickname for the hygienist is Nurse Ratched. Although in all fairness, it was the dentist who screwed up this time. And she might have over-reacted when she gave me THREE SHOTS of novocaine, but I think I scared her when I started to cry. (I couldn't help it! God, it hurt like hell! The tears just came squirting out all on their own!)
Hahahahaha!
Okay, not funny, I know. But I can't get the image out of my head!
Actually, this whole thing has been pretty educational. I mean, I always used to wonder what would happen if the drill (utilized to drill INTO BONE), slipped and hit, say, the soft, tender bottom of your mouth. And now I know! Of course, now I wish I didn't know.
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