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Apr. 15th, 2009 05:32 pmI am going to find that student dentist that has fucked me over six ways from Sunday and I'm going to rip his balls off and possibly then set him on fire. Then I will do the same to the dentist I went to two days latr, without the ball part, as that dentist was a she.
Allow me to explain.
The Snaggletooth Saga was supposed to come to an end today; the old, now temporary crown would come out and I would get a shiny new crown put in permanently, and I would be able to eat again. As I am coming perilously close to Not Fitting In Some Clothes, this was a good thing indeed. I was very excited at the prospect of cheese toasties, and maybe a Snickers bar or eight. So I rock to the dentist, and after a lot of tugging, they discover that the dentist I went to for the repair of the original cock-up by the students had managed to fit the old crown with permanent glue.
To remove this, they had to break it up, tug at it, and generally muck it up. There were forceps involved. This was highly unpleasant. Still, I had a shiny new crown that would go in instead, right?
OR NOT. The bastarding students who, lest we forget, broke a drill in my gum last time, made yet another cock-up. The thing is the wrong colour and looks slightly blue under the wrong light, and doesn't fit right, so I am trundling back in a week to have my teeth fittd up again. I know they're just undergraduates and everything and I know I should be grateful for getting this for free - and for sorting me out after a cock-up like this - but I'm torn between anger that leads me wanting to kick things and wanting to just cry about how bloody hungry I am and I just want to eat food properly again.
... I'm meant to be going out tonight, but I have a class at 10.00am and work in the afternoon, meaning I have to work out how to eat around it when out for lunch. Again. Sigh.
Allow me to explain.
The Snaggletooth Saga was supposed to come to an end today; the old, now temporary crown would come out and I would get a shiny new crown put in permanently, and I would be able to eat again. As I am coming perilously close to Not Fitting In Some Clothes, this was a good thing indeed. I was very excited at the prospect of cheese toasties, and maybe a Snickers bar or eight. So I rock to the dentist, and after a lot of tugging, they discover that the dentist I went to for the repair of the original cock-up by the students had managed to fit the old crown with permanent glue.
To remove this, they had to break it up, tug at it, and generally muck it up. There were forceps involved. This was highly unpleasant. Still, I had a shiny new crown that would go in instead, right?
OR NOT. The bastarding students who, lest we forget, broke a drill in my gum last time, made yet another cock-up. The thing is the wrong colour and looks slightly blue under the wrong light, and doesn't fit right, so I am trundling back in a week to have my teeth fittd up again. I know they're just undergraduates and everything and I know I should be grateful for getting this for free - and for sorting me out after a cock-up like this - but I'm torn between anger that leads me wanting to kick things and wanting to just cry about how bloody hungry I am and I just want to eat food properly again.
... I'm meant to be going out tonight, but I have a class at 10.00am and work in the afternoon, meaning I have to work out how to eat around it when out for lunch. Again. Sigh.
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Date: 2009-04-15 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-16 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-17 10:43 am (UTC)So, do you get it finished in a week, or do they have to measure you all over again, meaning another long wait? :s I hope it's the former.
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Date: 2009-04-17 12:03 pm (UTC)I will be insisting fairly heartily that several people ALL check the finished measurements this time!