Knowing your dentist is definitely important. I’ve told you before about the trauma that going to a new dentist can bring. Yesterday was a follow-up visit to do a filling – right in the centre, so I was in quite a state about the need for the dreaded injection that shoots right up your nose and into your brain. Far worse than the similar if lesser, ice-cream up the nose to the brain.
Said dentist is so cheery and bright, as well as having a nice accent. And OK he is young and good-looking. Not too young though, that would never do. The usual pleasantries over he approaches my mouth with a drill, What, no injection? squeaks I. No need, he replies, with such confidence that I am lulled into silence.
And do you know what?
He was right.