Manners? MANNERS? WHAT DO YOU MEAN MANNERS FUCK THAT, THERE'S NO MANNERS INVOLVED THERE'S JUST AM I GOING TO CRAWL OUT OF THE CHAIR AND GNAW THE INSULATION OFF OF THE XRAY MACHINE OR NOT AM I GOING TO FORCE THE DENTIST TO CHASE ME THROUGH THE OFFICE AND CATCH ME IN ORDER TO GET A LOOK AT MY MOUTH THERE'S JUST GENERALLY AM I GOING TO BE ON THE 6:00 NEWS OR NOT/??///?????
[shudder... leaves to go get a Scotch]
Hi, I'm back. Sorry about that... no, really, I don't have a problem with going to the dentist. Honestly. Seriously, some of my best friends are dentists.
I close my eyes, clasp my hands across my stomach, and try to remember to breathe periodically.
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Originally Posted by Pie
Open, but I stare at the ceiling. My dentist needs to do something more interesting up there -- it's just boring acoustic tile.
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Mine has TVs mounted above the ceiling tile, aimed straight down.