There must be a lot of dentists out there who are fans of Little Shop of Horrors....
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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.
Apparently nobody likes to talk to them at cocktail parties.
I think I'm being quite civilized enough when I refrain from drilling into their nerves without warning or anaesthesia.
I think I'm being quite civilized enough when I refrain from drilling into their nerves without warning or anaesthesia.
Very civilized of you.
"Is it safe?"
Slate educates us about steak.
At the Ferry Building I can go over to the San Francisco Meat Market and talk with a butcher and they really will tell me exactly what the cow fed on and where and how it was finished. Also there's a separate vendor that sells super untainted beef they raise for medical purposes (joint replacement and collagen and such).
gives ita's cousin evil stink eye
I can't be objective about my pain tolerance as compared to others. I do know that I tolerate pain better than an itch. I will tear at an itch until it becomes an easier to live with pain.
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.
YES. A thousand times yes. I think in my haze of relief, I proposed marriage. I mean, he was kinda cute, and he was giving me drugs legally!
I had swelling the size of a fist just under my nose. It was the opposite of pretty.