I’ve just been to the dentist for the first time in three years. The left side of my mouth is numb from the Novacaine injection, my gums are sore and my pride wounded after being berated for putting off having a cleaning for so long. And to top it all off, I’ve been bent over a barrel and ass raped on the cost. 143 bloody pounds for a cleaning, a filling repair and smoothing a small chip on my front tooth (which the dentist PRETENDED was free and just threw in there all nonchalantly but was, in fact, £15. I could’ve done it myself with an emery board)!!
Later this week I get to go to my GP for treatment of an affliction that has been ailing me for quite some time now and which shall remain anonymous but has me filled with even more dread than today’s visit to the Little Shop of Tooth-Drilling, Over-Charging Ass Rapers. But on the bright side, the GP visit is on the house — at least the NHS doesn’t leave you flat broke after sodomising you. I may even get a call the next day.
