Bad-Ass Dentist

I have a mortal fear of Dentists. Ask Sam, she can relate.

Today I had my first appointment in almost 2 years, and I was so freaked out I barely slept at all last night. Even though it was just a check-up, I was sure they were going to find some festering rot in the back of a molar or a crumbling bicuspid and haul out the industrial size tooth drill/chainsaw/meat-grinder.

My fears were confirmed when, while sitting in the chair ostensibly for a 'look-see', the Dentist Butcher used one of those sharp little probes to penetrate a tooth clear down to the pulpy nerve root. The pain was so intense and sharp that I looked like a frog leg I had attached to a battery in Grade 9 for a science experiment.

My intense convultion had the side effect of forced the invading steel probe even deeper into the already screaming tooth with such force that they had to hold me down and use pliers to pull it out.

Can't wait for my next appointment.