My Dearest Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations,
It is with a bitter taste in my mouth that I must share with you that my Dentist has refused to address a couple of dental issues that "cracked' on Tuesday evening. While eating my dinner with my Deah, I chewed down onto something that broke my whole tooth crown and cracked the hell off. I knew what it was when it happened. That's some UN-natural shtuff to happen.
Dentist office was closed when this happened and was closed yesterday for 4 July celebration...
...so I called today.
And, am informed by Doctor Dentist that he will not approve visit with out a letter from He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. Something to do with "the metal plate in my head", and the "implant". Needs to know so Dr. Dentist can administer anti-biotic. I mean, this is for real Folks. "Not even a cleaning", says MY Dr. Dentist.
Sad and irate at the same time. Not good energies for this patient! But wait and Hell!! He's worked on me since the implant!
I called He-Who-Touched-My-Brain's Clinic earlier. Will follow up in the morrow. Let me hit a damned nerve...
...Dr. Dentist, just may loose a patient.
What can One do?
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