Fighting with the dentist

When I was eating a pie in the morning, I was chewing and suddenly bit into something hard, I thought I was eating a stone, but I didn't expect to spit it out and see that it was my back teeth!

Mourning the gloriously laid-off pieces of teeth, I seem to see the near future, I gathered with a group of beautiful girlfriends. After dinner, they have pulled out a small mirror to make up, and I can only silently remove the mouth full of dentures, throw it into a glass to wash the strange picture ...... and then think of the weekend to escape the tragic fate of going to the dentist, I want to cry.

When I was a child, I was addicted to sugar, many times by my parents from under the bed to search for a lot of candy paper. After severe criticism, I still couldn't change my candy-loving nature. So to this day, I have had to fight on the front line of the battle with the dentist for a long time.

From kindergarten to now, I have been to the dentist countless times, and each time is an epic of blood and tears, which can be sung. In my junior year of college, two of my incisors were tragically repaired. I remember that for a long time, I could not use my incisors to bite into apples, and I had to use my lateral teeth to carefully nibble the skin of the apples little by little, like a little old lady. When my teeth came in contact with the apple, the sound of a crisp click and the pleasure of the apple juice filling my mouth instantly made me miss it so much.

The last time I had a tooth extracted, I had to wait in line because of the large number of patients. I was at the end of the line with a sad face as I watched the heroes in front of me lie on the dentist's table one after another. They strained their whole bodies and opened their mouths helplessly as they watched the cold-eyed dentist raise the electric drill ......

Soon, the room was filled with the horrific stabbing sound of the drill, the patient's hidden moans, and the sound of the onlooking patients sucking in their breath. I finally realized that going to the dentist by myself is not scary; watching others suffer and being scared to death and not being able to run away is the scariest thing of all!

By the time it was my turn to go to the dentist, I was scared out of my wits and relying on my willpower to hold myself together. As soon as I opened my mouth, I heard the dentist say to me, "It may hurt a little, so bear with it."

"Ah..."

It was too late to pretend to be strong and nod, not ready for any mental preparation, accompanied by the sound of the electric drill, the pain then came, and my screams resounded throughout the consultation room ......

In this world, anyone's word can be believed, but the word of a doctor with a murder weapon is unbelievable ......

Ah! What a painful realization!

After the scream, it wasn't over! The dentist knocked my mouth full of teeth while saying in a jarring voice through the mouthpiece, "You still have several cavities, let me count, one, two, three ...... a total of eight, I'll fill them all for you."

People for the chopping block, I for the fish meat! Listening to the doctor's thoughtful and unquestionable tone, I nodded bitterly with tears in my eyes, feeling sincerely "happy" that I had once again set a record for dental fillings.

I have so many love-hate relationships with dentists. I love them for curing my torturous toothache, but I also hate them for giving me the willies every time.