Just been today and had the first of 2 appointments to have a crown done on a back tooth.
1. got there, nervous as hell, sat in waiting room for 20 minutes - sobbing.
2. Got the call to go in, sat in the chair and waffled a right load of nervous
. Dentist must think I'm a right jibbering tool.3. Noticed the young female assistant had a loverly bum, thought to myself 'Id rattle it given a chance'.
4. Then he got to work. Injection, then took a mould of my bottom teeth.
5. Ground about 1-2mm of my tooth. This was really uncomfy.
6. took an impression of my top set of gnashers.
7. I left the room , shaking like a sh!teing greyhound.
Got to go back next week for crown fitting.
not happy.

But, thanks to the regular flouride treatments I got as a kid, I've not had to endure the full range of the dentist's dark arts so a visit to the dentist is more unpleasant than panic-inducing. Lee makes an important point, though, about dentist office totty. There is always a fit hygienist or two on staff to get you wondering just how private the x-ray closet might be. It never fails, though, that you get stuck with the one that looks like an East German swimmer circa 1980. Once a meaty forearm's got you pinned into the chair and that torture tray of little hooks gets wheeled over, you're finished. 






