The dentist.

I am always scared of the Dentists, especially the ones here in Britain. I went again today. It was a different one this time not as gently as the last one. He was asking me too many questions and the most of them was about my personal life and not my tooth.

Maybe he is a kind of phcycologist as well as a dentist who knows maybe that's why I paid 42 pounds for 15 min. The funny (or shall I say painfull) thing was that he was asking me where I did my Degree and at the same time he was puting 3 different things in my mouth. I was ready to scream:" do you expect a fucking answer ? "
But I didn't because I am not that kind of girl ,so I was just trying to communicate with my hands feet and I almost ask the nurse for a pen and paper.

And Guess what I got an other oppointment in two weeks. More money ,More pain.

Our last day in the island.