Mouth Wide Shut
Dentist, Louisiana, USA | Healthy | December 11, 2017
(For some reason, all of my baby teeth didn’t come out on their own, so at 13 I had to have all four of my canines removed. The dentist removes the ones on the left side without issue and I go back a few weeks later to have the ones on the right removed. The bottom one comes out easily enough but when the dentist tries to pull out the top one, he winds up roughly yanking my head forward.)
Me: *yelps but keeps mouth open* “Ow! That hurt!”
Dentist: *grasps my tooth again and tries to wiggle it* “Hmm, looks like it’s still got the root. That’s weird.”
Me: “Does it need cutting out?”
Dentist: “Nah, it just means you have to open your mouth wider.”
Me: *frowning* “It doesn’t get wider than that.”
Dentist: “Sure, you can.”
(He then proceeds to put one hand in my mouth and tries to force my mouth open wider than is physically possible. My jaw makes a loud, clicking sort of pop as he does and I shout in pain then, without thinking, I bite down on his hand. HARD. He screams and he and his assistant pry my mouth open. I’m given another shot of Novocaine and he finally RIPS my tooth out. He gives me the tooth as a souvenir and his assistant packs the holes in my mouth then sends me on my way. I can’t get out to my mom out fast enough and refuse to let her schedule a follow-up or the cleaning I’m due.)
Mom: *as we’re getting in the car* “What was that screaming? Was that you?”
Me: “Nope, I bit the dentist. And I bit him good, too.”
Mom: *shocked* “Oh, my god, [My Name]! Why?!”
(I relate what happened and she stares at me with her mouth hanging open.)
Mom: *muttering as we drive off* “We are NOT coming back here. Ever. And I’m telling everyone I know to never come here.”
(About a year later the dentist closed his practice.)
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