Agent of Satan, DMD
Biggest fear ever
the dentist from my childhood
back to do damage
As you read last week, part of one of my bottom molars broke off, forcing me to go to the dentist. I am soooo afraid of dental visits; when I was a little kid I had a dentist from hell. I truly believe he was an agent of satan sent here to wreak severe mental damage upon small children. Today I went to a brand new dentist and he is truly one of the nicest people I have ever met. No judgement, no upsell, just the simple truth in a super quiet and kind voice. I honestly thought about thanking him for becoming a dentist. But that might be weird. Maybe I'll buy him a fruit basket instead.
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