Boob dentist!

Soooo today was nasty filling day. I was looking forward to see if boob dentist would again provide a handy cushion, or whether last year was a one off.

Well, I got there and she was running late so I sat in the waiting room. I go to a god awful place that call themselves "Smilestudio". *shudder*. I know us Brits have a reputation for bad teeth, but mine aren't too bad. I have a bit of an overbite from too much sucking of thumbs when I was younger, but largely they're pretty good. The dentists I grew up with had horrific photos up in the waiting room of all the nasty things that can happen to your teeth. Some of them were seriously X rated. But I suppose it did the job as I will routinely brush my teeth twice a day, even if I forget my toothbrush (using my finger). At Smilestudio, photos are far to passé and so they have video screens, complete with a feature that zooms in on hardcore dental porn.

Eugh!

But I'm going off on a tangent, I head upstairs to find my dentist and dental hygienist all smiley. Thinking back I think they were _far_ to happy. I think they may have been on the laughing gas. As I'm settling into the chair she asks whether I want anesthetic (whilst smiling at me like I was a simpleton and nodding vigorously). I thought this might be a trick question, so I slowly answered "yes please". Seriously, who goes for a filling without numbing up first?? So she jabs the needle into the back of my mouth and sends me downstairs to wait for 5 mins.

I start worrying that the anesthetic isn't working very well as it seems to be taking a long time to numb my mouth...until I almost lose my tongue as it numbly flops into the path of my teeth. We then go upstairs again to find the terrible twosome still bouncing along, more gas methinks. I can hardly respond to her when she asks if I'm numbed up, a manage to drool a response and slide into the chair. I start to get excited. This is it! Will it be boob time??

YES! Only it's different this time. Last time she was side on to me and the chair was a little higher. Which meant I had a cushion. This time she had changed her position to be behind my head and the chair was much lower. It actually felt as though my head was in her lap. Throughout the procedure she rested her boobs on my forehead, which was handy as there was a slight chill in the air.

After 15 mins or so, with a jaw aching from keeping it open so much and a stiff neck, I got up to find a new filling in place. Once again I thanked her for a comfortable filling and went down to pay the £100 (Eeeee) it cost me.

The rest of the day was pretty dull, although I did almost choke trying to eat my sandwich. I was too hungry to wait for the anesthetic to wear off :p