How not to visit a dantist

This is a quick and simple guide for all those people who don’t hate visiting a dental office. If you don’t want to go to the dantist… simply don’t. That’s it. As simple as that.

That’s exactly what I was doing for the last 15 years or so. I had a few really bad experiences in the childhood (they almost killed me a couple of times), so my enthusiasm in this area is pretty obvious.

Today, though, I decided that I should go. Yesterday I broke one of my front teeth. No pain, as the tooth is dead for a long time now. But the looks of my mouth and instantly acquired speech defects suggested that that I should get this fixed.

Luckily I managed to find a good dantist quickly. She came recommended, and her office is not far from my place…

It took her about an hour and me about 70 CYP and loads of not so pleasant memories to get my smile back to normal. The new teeth is as good as, well, new.

I was suggested to come back for tonnes of work that would improve my smile and health even, and lessen my finanical wealth even further. I said I’ll think about it. And I will. Some time…

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