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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four pretty nurses
I was thirteen and due to have four teeth out, it was the first time I had an injection rather than gas. The dentist rammed a needle straight into the bone in the bone in the top of my mouth I jumped and he squirted the noxious liquid down my throat. Cue several more excruciating injections by the butcher.
I then went to the waiting room to wait for the anesthetic to work. Unfortunatly I had a nasty reaction to whatever it was he had given me. I ended up passing out in a packed waiting room. I started to wake up with my farther and four very pretty dental assistants trying in vain to lift me up (I was 6 foot 3 and weighed around 14 stone)
The dentist then presented me with the option of getting the teeth pulled or coming back to repeat the process in a weeks time.
I reluctantly opted for the first option and didnt return to a dentist for another ten years!
( , Fri 3 Nov 2006, 10:08, Reply)
I was thirteen and due to have four teeth out, it was the first time I had an injection rather than gas. The dentist rammed a needle straight into the bone in the bone in the top of my mouth I jumped and he squirted the noxious liquid down my throat. Cue several more excruciating injections by the butcher.
I then went to the waiting room to wait for the anesthetic to work. Unfortunatly I had a nasty reaction to whatever it was he had given me. I ended up passing out in a packed waiting room. I started to wake up with my farther and four very pretty dental assistants trying in vain to lift me up (I was 6 foot 3 and weighed around 14 stone)
The dentist then presented me with the option of getting the teeth pulled or coming back to repeat the process in a weeks time.
I reluctantly opted for the first option and didnt return to a dentist for another ten years!
( , Fri 3 Nov 2006, 10:08, Reply)
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