Not even my regular dentist was there; just the hygienist. Which is good. She'll phone in the X-Rays and if there's trouble they'll get back to me.
I used to like going to the dentist, until last year, when years of nighttime time grinding killed my molar, which meant I had to face The Extractor: a tiny slip of a Vietnamese girl whose job it is to dole out Blood and Pain.
My regular dentist doesn't have to do that anymore. She was a Beauty Queen back in the day (Miss San Francisco Chinatown 1986) and she has the background and experience to give you news-anchor teeth for a queenly sum.
The Vietnamese girl isn't quite so far on her career path and she has to wade through a lot of blood yet. The task is to mitigate the nighttime teeth grinding and not fall easy prey. (Crossing fingers)
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