DentistsMy 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..."
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chthonic, Thu 2 Nov 2006, 14:31)
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I warned him...Went to have my wisdom teeth taken out last year, all four of them. The first two went quite smoothly, apart from leaving me with a bruise under the left side of my chin for which I got pitying "you should leave him, love" looks from people in shops.
The second two didn't go quite as well. It took a while for the dentist to get the top one out, by which time the local anesthetic had worn off considerably on the bottom one. The dentist began to pull at it enthusiastically with his pliers (they are, aren't they?) so I started to protest, the only way I knew how with his hands in my mouth.
"Whaaaarr," I said.
He kept pulling.
"WHAAAAAARR!" I repeated a bit more loudly.
The bastard kept pulling.
So I did the only natural thing and shut my mouth, screaming "That hurt!" as I did so.
"Well I'll give you some more anesthetic," my dentist said calmly, "As soon as you stop biting my fingers."
I'd clamped down on his fingers as hard as I could as a reflex, through his gloves and half through his skin. I was quite impressed at how cool he stayed, but then again dentists are emotionless bastards in general aren't they.
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