Not the kind of oral I like..

I had a check-up at the dentist today. I bloody hated it. I don’t like having another man’s fingers in any of my orifices, even if it is just my mouth. It wouldn’t be so bad if I saw the same dentist every time I went for a check-up, but I don’t. Our dental practice gets through staff at the rate Katie Price gets through husbands. Last year I had a Polish dentist with a Scottish assistant, and they could barely understand each other. I went in for a filling and half expected to have my leg amputated. This time around, I was seen by a South African man named Micheel and his recently-out-of-uni assistant, who is from South Korea. He’s got long hair and a strong accent while she’s about four feet five inches tall with dark glasses. It was like being treated by John Lennon and Yoko Ono.
Apparently I have to floss more, or risk gum disease.

RC 12-8-10