Who amongst you would take her?

Kuma?

My day at work thus far:

Read e-mail
Got coffee
Read internets
Played Bejeweled
Got coffee
Smoked a cigarette
Got breakfast
Answered an email
Read internets Answered a phone call (Minion)
Smoked
Got coffee (decaf)
Filled out timesheet from three weeks ago
Read internets

Now what? More coffee? Another cigarette? I haven't done any window gazing yet - maybe I'll tackle that next.

Mm. Once I had an infected tooth. It hurt a lot. My face swelled. Evil bastard sadist of a local dentist smacked the infected tooth around with metal picks, and then told me to stop being such a baby when I screamed and screamed and cried and threatened to rip off his balls. I left fingernail marks on the vinyl chair.

Got a referral to an oral surgeon. This guy took one look at me, said sweet baby Jesus, how are you walking, and immediately put me on massive painkillers and antibiotics a week before my surgery was scheduled.

In conclusion: ten years gone, and I still want to rip off that dentist's balls so I can tell him to stop being such a baby when he screams.

In conclusion: ten years gone, and I still want to rip off that dentist's balls so I can tell him to stop being such a baby when he screams.

If he's continued to treat patients the way he treated you, odds are someone removed his balls years ago....

I had a dental hygienist pull out a perfectly healthy semi-loose baby tooth with a live root once, after specifically telling her to leave it alone. Bitch is lucky I was a shy 10-year-old, because if it happened today I wouldn't be the only one with a mouthful of blood and a gap in my teeth.

Oh, shrift. I had that experience. Three dentists, two trips to the ER, swelling the size of a grapefruit under my jaw and everyone kept saying, "Keep taking the penicillin. You'll be fine."

When I finally got to the oral surgeon, he didn't fool around. He just said, "Okay, we're going to do the surgery right now." I started to cry because I was so grateful to find someone who was taking it seriously.

Turns out, another few days and I would have needed to be admitted to the hospital and they would have had to go in through my throat. That's how out of control the infection was.

When the original dentist called me a few weeks later to wonder why I hadn't come back, he got an earful. Or twelve.

There must be a lot of dentists out there who are fans of Little Shop of Horrors....

My mom once had a dentist who did a root canal on the wrong tooth. But I can't really blame the dentist too much. She was probably distracted by the baked potato she was eating at the time.

There must be a lot of dentists out there who are fans of Little Shop of Horrors....

Suicide rates are fairly high for dentists. Apparently nobody likes to talk to them at cocktail parties.

If he's continued to treat patients the way he treated you, odds are someone removed his balls years ago....

I only wish. He's the reason why many of my family members continue to need Valium in order to go to the wonderful new dentists we've found since that bastard retired.

I have asked how my PT cousin retains patients. Mother (who is one of hers) says that maybe non-relatives report pain sooner.

However, don't freak with me. I am a sour bitter chronic painer.