So I gots me a cavity, right at the very back molar down the bottom, along the side by the gum line.
Goes in to the dentist and tells them, shows them the tooth, to much oohs and aahs and oh yes Sir.
All sorted out and they do the filling. Seems a bit strange, like they're doing the wrong one, but hard to tell with a gob full o' cotton wool and suction devices.
Get back home and yup, they done the top of the second last tooth instead of the last one that looks like a fokin' volcano crater filled with pig guts.
The fokin' idiots.
Gotta go back on Thursday to get the correct one done.
Of course I couldn't call them a bunch of spastics but instead had to call them up and request a second booking because I 'just found another cavity I'd like them to do as well'.
Got a 3pm booking down Akane tomorrow for a 4 hands body scrub n' prostate massage.
Will probably end up with 2 fingers stuck up me hooter. -_-