I have a dentist’s appointment in a week. I’m absolutely dreading the truth of how decrepit my teeth are. It’s been a decade and a half since I’ve seen a dentist, and while I had no fillings then I am reasonably confident I won’t escape the molten metal wrath this time. I can feel holes. My teeth don’t hurt, but they’re becoming more sensitive to hot and cold, so I’m going to try and nip this in the bud, so to speak…
A Japanese dentist! Ph34r!! Going to the same dentist Zumi went to when she had her fillings in a few years back, she seems reasonably satisfied with them, and that’s good enough for me.

I don’t mind dentists, I really don’t. The noise, the drilling, the poking and scraping – it doesn’t bother me at all. I do, however, fear knowing what horrible things have befallen my beloved teeth since they were last inspected by qualified personnel.

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