The Sadist in the White Coat
I have a gross confession to make.
No, not what you’re thinking. Perverts.
I haven’t been to the dentist in 8 years.
I’m telling you this so I’ll be shamed into finally going.
The reason I haven’t gone in so long is because I’m afraid of the dentist. Ten years ago, I needed to have two wisdom teeth removed. I was told the other two would have to come out eventually as well. I was working for the government at the time, with a good dental plan, but I knew I was going to be laid off in the next 6 months. So, I told them to yank all four teeth at once.
After the initial meds wore off, the pain was excruciating. I thought my head was going to explode. I went through my initial scrip of Codeine in two days. I, stupidly, smoked cigarettes and got dry sockets. When I went back to the dentist, he put a needle in my gum to administer a local anaesthetic—and hit a nerve. I jumped out of the chair, hollered, and just about decked him.
Since then, I’ve dragged my arse to the dentist only once, in 1998.
Big Papa is horrified by this.
We’re now trying to teach Cakes good hygiene habits. She loves brushing her teeth:
I’m going to have to start going again soon, if only to set a good example for Cakes and to placate Papa.
It’s time to get back in the chair. Shit.
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