Setting the stage: Me, after an hour-long wait, prone in the dentist's chair; the entire right side of my face - from below my eye to my shoulder - numb; a myriad of equipment being put in/taken out of my mouth, along with vacuuming and swabbing. (TMI!!!)
Dentist: "You are doing so well! You'll be sure to tell me if something is uncomfortable, right?"
Me: "AAAAH-AH-AAAAH" (Are you freaking kidding? With this load of Novocaine that's been stewing in my jaw and environs for the past half hour? I'll be lucky if I can eat by tomorrow.)
Dentist: "Ah, yes. This is a very large amount of filling we are doing. Let's take a picture of this, Loretta/Jeanette/Robin, so that we can show her some options."
Me: "AAAAH-AH-AAAAH" ("Her?" Am I just a piece of cordwood here?)
Dentist: "I would really recommend a little bridge here - that would be much better than just a total covering, which we will need, no matter what else we decide."
Me: "AAAAH-AH-AAAAH" ("We?" "Little" bridge? Fine with me if YOU pay for it.)
I braved the snow storm this morning and left at the crap of dawn to get to the dentist - ignoring their offer to reschedule my appointment for tomorrow. I never, EVER, go to the dentist on Friday. And this is even a dentist I like!