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I hate them, especially with an extraction looming.

I entered, sat down, filled in a medical history form, and waited.

“Mr Smith.”

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.

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