>I finally made it to the dentist. It’s not so much the the needle in the gums as it is the vibrations in my skull that skeeves me out. Apparently I had quite a cavity going on and that’s why my filling fell out. You never want to hear the dentist say, “Get me the biggest drill bit we have.”
I’m crossing my fingers that I don’t need a root canal. The Novocain finally wore off and I’m not feeling any pain, so that’s a good sign.
>I haven’t been to the dentist in a couple of years. I started useing a different toothbrush about that time and haven’t had much trouble ever since. Still, I need to go.
>To me it only seems important to go to the dentist regularly when you are a kid. As an adult, as long as you are brushing and flossing the only reason to go to the dentist is when you have pain.
Of course, I’m sure a dental professional would disagree with me based on scientific research, but that silly argument won’t overcome my fear of the dentist.
>All dentists are sadistic bastards.
>Dude, I have an appointment on the 20th to get a nasty one yanked outta my head.
It. Is. All. Bad.
Yay for good drugs, right?
>When I think of dentists, I think of Steve Martin in Little Shop of Horrors.