First, you make an appointment (asking for a morning off from the job you have been at less than two weeks), thinking you will get something done at that point in time. But alas, that is not the case.
Nope, they just prod at your mouth, call off a bunch of numbers to another dentist, tell you you need to snack less, poke at your gums with a sharp pointy thing, tell you there is some bleeding (that is because you poked at them with a sharp pointy thing!), then tell you to come back tomorrow morning for a filling and to remove the leftover of a brace, which is the sole reason you made the appointment in the first place. Oh, and you can't get a teeth cleaning till september cause apparently those two things are separate in this country and the hygienist is only in like 4 hours a week.
So then you have to go into the job you have been at for less than two weeks to ask for another morning off to go back to the dentist (luckily you stayed absurdly late last week and they kinda owe you, in your mind anyway).
Back to the dentist you go! You sit down in the chair knowing this is gonna hurt. You are correct. No 'Hello', no 'Good morning', no 'How are you doing?', just 'Open wide' and bam!, you have a needle in your gums. 5 minutes and another novocaine shot later (because the first one was not working quickly enough for the dentist) and you have drills in your mouth. Thankfully, because of the double shot of novocaine that was ordered, you can't feel anything, but the noise alone is enough to drive the sanest person crazy.
Everything fixed, yay! But now the two needles full of numbing agent are really kicking in and the entire right side of your face is left derived of any sort of feeling. It feels roughly 5,000 times bigger than it is and you can't drink water without dribbling it down your chin (so you decided to stop trying). And now you have to go to work!
Needless to say, looking forward to 6pm and my preferred method of painkilling, the pub.
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