I hate them, especially with an extraction looming.
I entered, sat down, filled in a medical history form, and waited.
I opened wide and received pain killing injections.
Once the left side of my face was numb they asked me questions.
Alas, all I managed was, ‘wot suu say’ and ‘sil urts.’
With all his strength he pulled; the nurse pulled; the assistant pulled. I felt my face coming away in their hands. Blood ran freely, the tooth extracted.
I ran for the door.
“Stop! You haven’t signed the consent form.”
Not a chance.
I hadn’t paid either.