I went to the dentist today. As I was waiting nervously to go in I thought, 'Oh well, look on the bright side, maybe it will be a blogging opportunity'. And here I am!
I did wonder how funny a trip to the dentist could actually be and if it's that different to back home*
*Spoiler alert - it's not funny and it is different.
Look away now if you are squeamish. Oh and if animal rights are your thing, maybe you shouldn't read on either.
Things that are the same: It's not fun. It's not free. The dentist chats to you and expects you to chat back.
Things that are not the same: You can have animal skin put into your mouth to replace the gum you have worn away by brushing too hard.
I kid you not. My dentist wasn't happy with my worn away gum that my English dentist never even mentioned. Every time I go I tell her hell will freeze over before I have any kind of operation to fix that, so please stop mentioning it. She thinks that's hilarious and mentions it every time I go.
Today she asked if I was just there for a clean. I said, 'Yes, then you'll try to talk to me about my gums and I'll ignore you and pretend it's not happening.' I joked (kind of) and said, 'If you could maybe take some skin off my thighs and do it I might consider it.' 'Oh no,' she said, 'we can't use human skin, it has to be animal.'
I didn't stick around to find out any more. I mean, I do have a lot of questions about that, but I think I'd pass out before I got to the end of the first one so what's the point.
So there it is. Maybe you can have that done at home too. I hope to never find out.
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