I like my Irish female dentist but today when I was head-down in the chair and she was drilling a filling, she and her dental nurse gave a little, 'oh,' followed by an embarrassed laugh and it made me wondered if suction please nurse was up to the job, or had I just swallowed a chip of mercury? Nice. When they were finished, I asked if I had filling on my face. Oh no. Outside in the street, I took out my hand mirror and there was grey dust on my lips and cheek. Pass the plastic sheeting and I can be Laura Palmer from Twin Peaks.
-C
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My sister once left the dentist with a numb face and subsequently was drooling on her bus journey home. At first she never noticed, but was mortified afterwards. Lovely.
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