What a morning, I have been having a major problem with an old root canal filling towards the back of my lower jaw. Ibuprofen had done all it could and it was time to see the dentist so I booked myself in for 10am this morning. It all started well enough with the gnasher jockey telling me that the filling was fcuked because the tooth had split down the middle and that I would have to have it out. Next came the injection (s) to dull the pain and he went to work on the easy half of the tooth- that came more or less straight out. The other half refused to budge and he kept sending the very tasty assistant out to get ever bigger tools. More and more of his body weight was in use on the offending part of the tooth but it would not budge. As time went on I realised I was contorted horrificly like someone being electrocuted and thought what my facial expression would be like if only I could see it. I started laughing despite the pain. Then he went into a draw and signed out the forceps. As he placed his hand back in my gob to protect my tongue he pushed too far back and I gagged, grabbed all his dental stuff out of my mouth and spewed. Most of it went onto the bib I had attached to me but a little bit went onto his coat. Horrified by this he said that he had done all he could and that I would have to go to hospital to have the rest out (probably the best plan). I put my jacket on and went downstairs with a cotton swab in my mouth to soak up blood. The waiting room was pretty full and I started laughing again when I said to the receptionist 'dentist says I dont have to pay this time'- blood dripping from my mouth. The question is... have you ever puked on someone that you shouldnt have?