I h-a-t-e going to the d-e-n-t-i-s-t. (I've gotten into the habit of spelling it out because while I wouldn't blame her for disliking the dentist, I don't really want Mols to h-a-t-e it until she has good reason to).
As you may have guessed I went to the dentist today. It was d-r-e-a-d-f-u-l. In the 3+ hours I was sitting in the chair I heard the following words tossed about in casual conversation: "salami", "boobies", and "horse meat". Interesting, right? I'm glad the butchers were having a fun time because I was not.
Here are some of the words and phrases I heard tossed about in reference to my mouth: "won't numb her more until she needs it", (then seconds later upon seeing my nails digging into my arm flesh) "let's give her some more anesthesia", "bleeding", "hemorrhaging", and the cryptic "I don't care what we use as long as it stops the bleeding". Next time I'm in that kind of discomfort, paying that kind of money? I better have a new baby at the end of it all.