Anyway, the actual extraction wasn't too bad. I've heard of people having teeth pulled where the Dentist has ended up with his knee on their chest, their head thrashing from side to side. The dentist is quite a petite woman and I was worried that she wouldn't be strong enough to pull the tooth out but luckily it came out quite easily. It was less unpleasant than having a filling it but it bled like mad and I'm munching paracetamol for the pain.
And I agreed to go back next week for a filling and paid for the privilege.
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Yucky! I hate the dentist. Glad it went ok, though!
I avoid the dentist, to the detriment of my teeth. I once pulled out a broken tooth to avoid going, if that tells you how neurotic my fear is.
Now that I've got Samantha... however... I need to be a better example. Bring on the valium!
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