Dentists
My current dentist is called Mr Stiff.
Back when I was at university though, I had enormous pain in my jaw one morning - so bad I went as an emergency case to the uni dentist.
He took one look at the back of my mouth and said, "Ah, wisdom teeth. Impacted. They'll have to come out."
He then reached under the chair and came out with an enormous industrial (and entirely non-dental) pair of pliers, "I can do it now if you want..."
( , Thu 2 Nov 2006, 14:31)
My current dentist is called Mr Stiff.
Back when I was at university though, I had enormous pain in my jaw one morning - so bad I went as an emergency case to the uni dentist.
He took one look at the back of my mouth and said, "Ah, wisdom teeth. Impacted. They'll have to come out."
He then reached under the chair and came out with an enormous industrial (and entirely non-dental) pair of pliers, "I can do it now if you want..."
( , Thu 2 Nov 2006, 14:31)
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Do orthodontists count?
My current dentist likes to ask me questions whith his hands in my mouth. My old dentist was called Mrs Man.
My orthodontist however... She decided I needed braces so told my dentist to rip five of my nice good teeth out. Looking back, I really did need them. So I went through a year and a halfs worth or pain, ending up with rips in my cheek which are still here now as tiny lumps and dips only to be told it hadn't worked so I had to do it all again!
A year and a half later I emerge looking no different, but without any more rips.
Thing is though, my teeth would be straight if she didn't talk so much. She spent the majority of the time I was there talking to my mum with her face turned away from me.
She also had long fingernails that she didn't clean, and she spat when she talked. My mouth was open. I'll let you deduce from that the reason I hated going so much.
( , Thu 2 Nov 2006, 15:13, Reply)
My current dentist likes to ask me questions whith his hands in my mouth. My old dentist was called Mrs Man.
My orthodontist however... She decided I needed braces so told my dentist to rip five of my nice good teeth out. Looking back, I really did need them. So I went through a year and a halfs worth or pain, ending up with rips in my cheek which are still here now as tiny lumps and dips only to be told it hadn't worked so I had to do it all again!
A year and a half later I emerge looking no different, but without any more rips.
Thing is though, my teeth would be straight if she didn't talk so much. She spent the majority of the time I was there talking to my mum with her face turned away from me.
She also had long fingernails that she didn't clean, and she spat when she talked. My mouth was open. I'll let you deduce from that the reason I hated going so much.
( , Thu 2 Nov 2006, 15:13, Reply)
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