Or should I call it 17 shots, 4 ligaments, and a Darvocet? This is where I spent my morning. 3 hours straight in that chair. There's a reason my blood pressure goes through the roof when I visit the dentist. It's always bad news. And it always involves shots and drilling. Shots that never work and always hurt. By the time it's over I have had enough injected in me to take down an elephant. Today was no exception. I do, however, like my current dentist. He tells it like it is, has lightening fast reflexes, and an arsenal of numbing products that have proven effective even on my impressively resistant nerves.
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