You’ve been bad, Mr H.
Ooh - a dressing down by someone in clinical garb. How saucy!
The blonde dental assistant had been substituted for a young indian lady. She was not impressed with my teeth.
In the 1 hour and 38 minute appointment(!) they took me through the first part of my x-ray results, and the associated costs. To be fair, a lot was “We can do this on the NHS” and there was even “We’d recommend getting an NHS thingumy for that as there’s no point in paying for private given how little is left to be saved”. All well and good.
But.
There’s a biggie.
A very, very big biggie.
No holidays for me for a while.
Fuck.
Mind you, Dr Dentata managed to maneuver herself into a position to distract me, once more, with the pillow experience. For some reason I wasn’t really in the mood, though.
Fuck.
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