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dear crazy dentist,
you made me cry. how are you going to start drilling in my mouth and THEN ask me if i want to be numbed? nummed? i cant spell. how are you going to be all in my mouth and then chatter to the assistant that you THINK you hit "SOMEONE" on your way to work today... and that it was "PROABABLY" just a "TRASH CAN". at that point i was so shook i started texting and facebooking cries for help!
anyway... i've never had cavity so bish i didn't know what to expect. all that drillin and fillin was NOT the businesss. so, sodas and candy will be kicked to the curb. that is my responsibility - i understand. but as my dentist, it is your responsibility to prepare me for the most traumatic event i've had in a while. omg! and no sticker? i know im a grown woman, but any other time i get stickers and such. but after you took power tools in my mouth, i can't get nothing? and now why is my entire HEAD swollen?
grrrrr. i am so not happy right now.
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