I despise dentists with a passion one should really reserve for more rigeriously amusing activities, none-the-least due to my crippling phobia of having very sharp, moving metal objects rammed into my mouth but because of the condescending attitudes I've encountered.
About 2 years ago, I went for a routine checkup and it turned out I needed a grand total of eight fillings, along with two extractions from my lower jaw on account of two of my back molors growing in horizontally.
Anyways, when I went in for my first batch of fillings-four in each jaw- the dentist working on me would NOT stop lecturing me about my lack of dental care and kept moaning that 'kids these days never take pride in their oral health'.
What could I do other than just lie there, half baked from Novicane whilst he rammed a drill into my mouth?
Well, when I went for my second lot of fillings, I more or less told him this: "Spare me the lecture and I'll spare you the agony of having your pinkie finger bitten off."
He moe or less shut up and afterwards, I got transfared to the local private dental hospital for my extractions.
The contrast was stark-the two female nurses helping me were a pair of saints and they held my hand through my last extraction when the needle was put in the wrong place and the anaestia wore off 20 minutes early.
Still, I'd only go back if it couldn't be avoided. Those extractions were tramatic to say the least and even now, I can still feel blood coming from the empthy sockets even though my wisdom teeth have since come up in their place.
Incidentially, I may have to get my wisdom's pulled as they've been paining me these last few weeks. 