Dentist. That word strikes fear in the wimps afraid of a little needle and the drilling, drilling, drilling. Bah!
I went to one today. I thought for sure I would be poked by one of those needles, thinking I had four cavities since I’d been feeling some pain while chewing. I got a cool looking x-ray of my bottom lower side. (Of course, x-rays are very bad for you and will probably cause you to compulsively eat a giant piece of Munster cheese infested with radio active milk which will make you turn orange, sing like a chicken, count to a google and die, or cause cancer. ) From that picture they where able to tell the discomfort I am experiencing is from my impacted wisdom teeth. Hip hip hurray. So of course they want me to get them out….ha! This is not good.