I have has a long and detestable relationship with several dentists throughout the years.
It all started when I was 9 or 10- years old and there were too many teeth in my mouth. Some had to go.
The dentist was rough and I wasn’t numb. I found out later in life that I have some sort of tolerance to Novocain. Weird.
Through tear-filled eyes I watched as he pulled three to four of my teeth to make room. Then came the braces.