1. Finally, a great dentist and patient.
A Redditor Select_Wonder5744 shares a story saying: “Getting a wisdom tooth pulled from my lower jaw that had grown in a horizontal position facing forwards. I was preparing myself for an ordeal and had even prepaid for 3 hours of parking beyond my appointment time. I entered the clinic at 8:55 am and was ushered directly to the surgery and chair. My dentist was the clinic’s ‘wisdom tooth guy,’ a big young redhead with a shock of hair, freckles, and paunch. He reminded me of someone you’d sit down and eat 5kg of BBQ ribs with. A happy, cheerful guy. He injected me within Novocaine by about 9 am and started at about 9:10 am.
He informed me that he planned to cut the tooth in half, remove the cap, and hopefully, the root system would slide forward and that I would hear some nasty crunching sounds. I was seriously mentally prepared for a tug-o-war, closed my eyes, and steeled myself. I heard the crunch as he broke the cap off, followed by a moment of silence. Then he asked me to bite down on a cotton pad. I thought, ‘OK, part 1 wasn’t so bad,’ and opened my eyes. He said something like, we’ll just leave that for a moment for the bleeding to stop, and I realized it was over. I mumbled, ‘is that it?’ to which he said yes, and I couldn’t hold back a laugh. A few minutes later, he changed the pad, wrote a prescription for painkillers, and I was let go. I paid at the front desk and walked back to my car.”