Dentists, Part Two
I saw a different dentist today, and the difference was astounding. He was nice, funny, had degrees out the wazoo (it is my understanding that this is a technical term) and had previously worked as a maxilliofacial surgeon. And it was NHS, not private. They DO exist. :) His claims about being able to painlessly remove a tooth without using needles I will take with a grain of salt, however.
And Phil? I didn’t give anyone cancer this time.
Which is a lead-in to a story about yesterday, and a bit about our married life. The dentist yesterday that I had inadvertently managed to offend so badly at one point glared at me (while I was trying to explain how just a bit of sedation would make this so much easier) and said “I just came back to work after having cancer, and I’m only working three days a week, and I’m ONLY DOING NHS WORK.”
Jesus, what do you say to that? Oddly, I felt as though I should apologise…I mean, how do you react to that?
So this morning, rather than show any sympathy which would of course make me feel much worse, my husband said: “Good luck, don’t give anyone cancer today.” And that’s us in a nutshell. :D