Dental hygienist with an abysmal chairside manner (22/261)
“Oh my god!” she exclaims, withdrawing the modern instrument of torture from my orifice as I recline in the dentist’s chair, body mimicking rigor mortis. I’m surrounded by walls painted a mellow yellow and music that is designed to be soothing but fools no one.
posted by Helen @ 10:02 AM
1 Comments:
you don't know how this affected me. i have a mortal fear of dentists and their assistants and often dream of them and their instruments of torture.
i have experienced this 365.
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