So there was I filling fallen out, and a cracked molar, drove over to the dentist for help.
Oh my, I got a 12 year old sadist on the job, who had to call for assistance from another dentist on what he should do, WHAT you’re asking for a second opinion, good grief.
Well we might have to take that out, well get on with it then, says I however could I suggest you don’t try prising it out with me flat on my back incase you drop the bloody thing down my throat (you try saying that with a fist, hose pipe and set of Black and Decker pliers in yer gob). After 10 mins of wriggling and fighting, I had to take the pliers off Doogie Howser MD and yanked the bit out myself.
Then came the fun of fitting a temporary filling to the remains of the molar, Little Nipper dentist kept getting distracted, looking away and pushing his mirror down my throat, so in my politest tone I offered him the opportunity to see his innards with his own mirror if he did it one more time.
So all done, for a few weeks until a real dentist has a look and suggests what to do with the remainder of my molar.
For anyone thinking of going to the dentist, I have put a link to one of the most satisfying dental clips ever.
Enjoy