Tooth Fairy
So yesterday I repeated the fiasco of a month or so back by having my second wisdom tooth out, top left (on me). It was suprisingly better. The anaesthetic tasted just as bad, but wore in just as quickly and even the Dentist remarked "you seem a lot calmer this time Alison"
So the tooth came out, with no tears, no pain, no uncontrollable shaking of the legs, and no glances at me from the nurses. Nice.
And then I was sat downstairs when a nurse approached me and asked if I had time for my 'scale and polish' as the other dentist had time to do that for me.
'Scale and Polish' I thought, sure, no problem "Ok" I agreed.
The Dentist was a leprachaun, well, he spoke like one, truly fulfilling the Irish stereotype in every way I almost expected a 'top of the mornin' to ya' but sadly didn't get it, that might have made things a little more bearable if I had.
A scale and polish, is to my knowledge, not supposed to hurt. It was all I could do to stop myself from leaping out of the chair.
"I'm sorry, am I being a little rough with ya?" the leprachaun said when I wriggled back as far into the chair as I could to avoid the pain
"Did I not tell you at the start to stop me if it hurt?" I don't know how he expected a reply, there were 8 instruments in my mouth...I said "ooooo" meaning 'no you fucking didn't!'
Upon seeing my dice earrings "oh, I do like your earrings, I'm going to Vegas over Christmas"
What did he expect? another gurgle from me to acknowledge this piece of information I clearly couldn't give a shit about?
Then we moved onto the polish, a lot better, not at all painful, but the leprachaun was now in his element with his 5 year old routine:
"This bit is a lot more fun, look it tickles a bit" he said putting it on the roof of my mouth where it didn't tickle at all, he laughed, I gave my best interpretation of a giggle to please him and hoped to God I'd be finished soon.
Clearly he was a junior dentist just qualified, clearly he has some way to go with his customer service skills. He resorted to treating me like I was 5:
"Well, your gums might be a little sore (you don't say!) but that shouldn't stop you brushing your teeth and doing the A1 job you've been doing!" He grinned.
I forced a lame smile back "oh good?" 'now where is my lollipop?' I thought.
So the tooth came out, with no tears, no pain, no uncontrollable shaking of the legs, and no glances at me from the nurses. Nice.
And then I was sat downstairs when a nurse approached me and asked if I had time for my 'scale and polish' as the other dentist had time to do that for me.
'Scale and Polish' I thought, sure, no problem "Ok" I agreed.
The Dentist was a leprachaun, well, he spoke like one, truly fulfilling the Irish stereotype in every way I almost expected a 'top of the mornin' to ya' but sadly didn't get it, that might have made things a little more bearable if I had.
A scale and polish, is to my knowledge, not supposed to hurt. It was all I could do to stop myself from leaping out of the chair.
"I'm sorry, am I being a little rough with ya?" the leprachaun said when I wriggled back as far into the chair as I could to avoid the pain
"Did I not tell you at the start to stop me if it hurt?" I don't know how he expected a reply, there were 8 instruments in my mouth...I said "ooooo" meaning 'no you fucking didn't!'
Upon seeing my dice earrings "oh, I do like your earrings, I'm going to Vegas over Christmas"
What did he expect? another gurgle from me to acknowledge this piece of information I clearly couldn't give a shit about?
Then we moved onto the polish, a lot better, not at all painful, but the leprachaun was now in his element with his 5 year old routine:
"This bit is a lot more fun, look it tickles a bit" he said putting it on the roof of my mouth where it didn't tickle at all, he laughed, I gave my best interpretation of a giggle to please him and hoped to God I'd be finished soon.
Clearly he was a junior dentist just qualified, clearly he has some way to go with his customer service skills. He resorted to treating me like I was 5:
"Well, your gums might be a little sore (you don't say!) but that shouldn't stop you brushing your teeth and doing the A1 job you've been doing!" He grinned.
I forced a lame smile back "oh good?" 'now where is my lollipop?' I thought.
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