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It was even better the second time around.

Admit it--you love it. C’mon, we read the blog--we already know you’re a glutton for punishment.

I hate the dentist as a concept but I actually like mine too.  Who I don’t like?  The last hygenist I had who’d eating about 28 cloves of garlic right before I got there.

Or..."the last hygenist who’d EATEN about...” I’d let it go but I’m such a grammar snob.

I don’t think there is another profession where there is as wide a rage of possible experiences among qualified practitioner. I’ve been to horrible dentists, but my current is the greatest and hasn’t attempted to do anything but clean my teeth since I started with him over 5 years ago. Every other dentist wanted to do sorts of stuff (i.e., make money off my mouth, regardless of whether I really needed the work). In other words, if anyone doesn’t have a great dentist, look around, they are out there.

The last time I went to the dentist was 2 months ago to get my last drilling, and I was so happy it was over!

Was it “ohhhh yes”, or “aaaaagh eeeyagh”?

*shivers* I’d rather go to the GYN.

*ignores calendar with pesky dentist appointment on the 19th*

Oh, horrors, not the dentist today!?!  Do something really nice for yourself this evening!

Ha - this could have been an excerpt from dialogue between me and Dr. Pain....ermmm....or my dentist.

And why do they insist on asking you questions while your mouth is filled with utensils and fingers?

What language do they study to be able to translate that garble?  Hehe.

And to think I was talking/seeing one of those badboys. If you could only hear what they talk about when they are OFF of work. Sheeeesh. someone poke me with a fork.

My last dentist had a sign stuck to his ceiling that read… “Now, please remove all your clothing...” The humour helped the pain, as it always does!

Argh...hate dentist. Hate my teeth. Really, the I have to ask G-d about the design. Wouldn’t it have been better to start with ones you could remove an pop back in after a thorough cleaning?

Ugh.
I have a quick gag reflex, which isn’t such a good thing. I hate it when the put stuff into your mouth and just let you sit there for awhile. Hey, come on !  Come back here and get done already! Can’t you see I’m choking here?

And why does that song from the Little Shop of Horrors ineviteably go through my brain whenever I sit in the chair?