I have just had the.best.dentistry.ever. – this from someone who before previous trips felt like I’d drank a gallon of Red Bull and a stack of expressos.
There was no ‘dentist’ smell about the place
No fish tank or other “relaxation” stuff which is more an acknowledgement that it’s a stressful thing than anything else.
The dentist was cool – no ‘holier than thou’ attitude. The sort of guy you’d see in a pub with a pint of real ale.
The light above me did not have that peculiar shade of purple that is seen nowhere else in the world but a dentists chair
The tiny fast drill did not smell like it was burning
The grinding drill that wobbles your vertebrae was not used
The sucky thing that stops the bits of tooth and water going down your throat worked.
He didn’t use a metal band around the filling which before has been jammed into my gums and which hurt regardless of the anaesthetic.
He didn’t talk to me while he had his arms in my mouth.
He didn’t talk about my teeth in jargon to the girl passing whatever needed passing.
I didn’t need to swill with the foul pink water.
And he believed in the NHS.
Quality. Sheer quality.
I might even go back :)