Needless to say... it was hell; and you see I'm not swearing because the Bible describes Hell as a place of "nashing of teeth". In Hell I literally picture demons strapping people down to dentist chairs and jamming pitchforks into their mouths. And that was pretty much my experience:
Without my consent, they must of used some sort of "new" Novocain formula that deadened the outside of my face but not the inside- which lead to episodes of involuntary crying, but left the inside of my mouth feeling surprisingly fresh and un-numbed. The picker tool they used looked like it stolen from a pawn shop or a 7th grade science lab- you know, the ones kids use to dissect fetal pigs. The little mirror to look up at your teeth, had like food crusties stuck to it; what did you just find that thing under your couch cushion and now your shoving it into my mouth. The worst though is when the student dentist started talking to the assistant in code about her screwing up by doing a "C12" in my mouth instead of a "C34", whatever that means, I'm sure its not great. But her reply was to seal it up anyway because I would never know the difference. Excuse me! My cheekbones may be numbed to the point where I can't properly formulate a coherent sentence, but its not like I'm not hearing you talking about me not knowing the difference! So despite having saved a couple bucks; I currently suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder, am walking around with a "C12" instead of a "C34" in my mouth, and now fear dentists more than clowns. Totally not worth it.
Hey man, I hear there's a guy at the Texaco in Santaquin that does plastic surgery for way cheaper than anybody else. You should check him out.
ReplyDeleteI don't know about everybody else, but I'm willing to drop an extra buck or two to have my medical procedure performed by a professional.