not again

so i've got to go back to the dentist again.

i overcame (for the most part) my fear of seeing a foreign dentist... a fear which stemmed from all the stories about false dimplomas or licenses. "Doctors" who really have no idea what they are doing....treating trusting patients, cheating them out of their money and good health. Nearly ending lives and then running from court subpoenas.

But with each passing visit, i detest more and more the injection of anesthesia.

Anyway, I have to go back because when i broke my molar last april the dentist didn't properly fill the tooth, so all this time i've had pain and sensitivity, and have been unable to chew on one side. i wasn't planning on going back but here's what happened. Ricky needed some work done, so i met him at the dentist office and was waiting in the bar (which i'll expain). apparently while ricky was finishing up, he told the dentist about my problem and so the dentist called me in when ricky came out! i was appalled because i really didn't want to go back to the chair. the worst part is that he couldn't just fix the problem, he had to remove the filling and re-fill it with a temporary paste, which i still have to go back to have removed again and filled permanently.

Our dentist office in peru has a bar in the waiting room, where free drinks of all kinds are served to patients. I suppose the idea of having a bar in your dentist office isn't too bad, since it's to relax the patients and give them some sort of motivation for even going in the first place, right? But as for me, i would prefer anything over having a long needle shoved into my cheek and gums.

I was supposed to go back today...but i didn't show. maybe monday.