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So, here I am, mentally prepared for the "nastiest" bit of the whole tooth improvement escapade, when the dentist decides to leave a message on my answerphone at work. "We need to reschedule", the receptionist says.
Balls.
So, I telephone, and the first available date and time that is convenient to me, my dentist and the surgeon is Friday, at noon.
Yes, I am going in to have my gums opened up at High Noon on Friday 13th.
Lucky that I'm not in the least bit superstititious, isn't it?
Balls.
So, I telephone, and the first available date and time that is convenient to me, my dentist and the surgeon is Friday, at noon.
Yes, I am going in to have my gums opened up at High Noon on Friday 13th.
Lucky that I'm not in the least bit superstititious, isn't it?
