The dentist is one of the worst non-lethal medical experience you can experience.
Being there you’re simply defenseless, you sit in an uncomfortable position with your mouth wide open while someone breathes your stinky air.
That’s not the worst part. The worst part is having the trained professional using a drill on your teeth. You know what I’m talking about, that high pitch noise we’re all scared to hear. That drilling sound that intensifies tenfold when it touches your pearly whites (or yellow, if you’re one of those lazy asses who doesn’t brush too often).
In essence, you’re at the mercy of the hygiene masters, you’re a pain slave sitting in a throne momentary hell.
I don’t think I’m exaggerating, you’ve lived it. If not, you’ve seen it in horror movies and scary books. Dentists are for kids as scary as the boogie man.
This makes me wonder, how so many women choose this line of work. They probably enjoy inflicting fear into our souls. Yeah, scary white dressed demons with perfect teeth.
The worst thing is, you’re paying for that service.
Ricard