So off to the dentist I trotted. I've always been apprehensive about dentists ramming their fingers into my mouth - it takes a fair bit of effort to restrain myself from biting them. Luckily, on this occasion, I had a nice lady-dentist with petite lady-fingers. This calmed me down quite a bit initially.'Tis truly a happy day! Well, perhaps not that day for Jeb. And speaking of which, I really do need a check-up of my own ... these characters are right beside work so there's really no excuse. Although I'd hope that the quality of that page isn't a direct reflection of their dental talents. Oh well, maybe if enough people visit their site from that link, I'll get a free filling or something. Come on gang, baby needs an new amalgam lump!That was until she picked up a mammoth dentist drill, held it casually in one hand as if she was posing for a Sportsgirl catalogue, then informed me in a manner completely at odds with the potential carnage to come: "I have to warn you, there is a small possibility that your teeth may actually cave in during this process."
THIS IS THE TERMINOLOGY SHE USED.
Now, imagine my eyeballs frantically buzzing around, viciously scanning the room as I'm pinned down in this dentist chair, trying to find qualifications of any sort on the wall. Hell, I'd have settled for a dental certificate she made herself in Microsoft Publisher with some ridiculously inappropriate clip art. But nay! No qualifications to be found. It was a very tense appointment, let me tell you.
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