HE flashed her mysterious smile and whispered gently: “Open wide.” Then she went in and started probing my cavity. At first she was so tender I almost got up and said: “OK, now you lie down, open wide and let me do you.”
Unfortunately, that’s where the good times ended.
She whipped out a stainless-steel contraption and started excavating. Water and white dental shrapnel sprayed all over my face. She wasn’t worried because she had a protective mask. Every three seconds she would stop quarrying to chastise me for being a cry-baby.
When I made the appointment, all I wanted was to have the troublesome tooth extracted. Oh no, she had insisted, in her professional opinion the tooth could be saved.