Dentist OverTalks
dentist has a plethora of sedation devices and techniques
Or so she thinks, not realizing I am a dental PTSD survivor.
I am in a twilight state, until I hear and smell the DD – dreaded drill.
I refuse to go lightly, because I have been hurt by many dentists.
This dentist spends two or three days in my cake cave.
I begin choking, spitting and gagging the second I hear him say,
“I am putting this bone from a cadaver into your mouth.”
A dead person’s bone? What? I am trying to wake up but can’t.
Then he adds this gem “Probably the bone from a pig.”
Also not a great choice of words.
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