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Oh wow..... how nasty for you. I'd rather be beaten with a club than have my teeth worked on, I hate dentists.
Worst thing for me is in 1992 I got pregnant with my 3rd child and 3 days before Thanksgiving they told me I had lost it, there was no heartbeat..... the Doctor was headed out on vacation so he didn't have the time to get it out of me, so I had to go thru Thanksgiving and into December 3rd with a dead baby inside me, MY baby...... while my Dr was enjoying himself on his Ski Vacation.
When I finally had a miscarriage, on December 3rd, the baby had broken down and the nurse decided to further torture me by putting it in the puke pan and leave it next to my bed and walk out of the room..... when the Doctor that was seeing me that day seen this, he screamed at her so loud you could hear it all over the ER and she was sent home on leave until she could figure out where she left her bedside manners. He was because I had already told him about the other Dr and he said I had been thru enough.
I still struggle with this from time to time, it was the toughest time in my life. Losing a bay is bad enough, losing it THAT was was sheer torture to me and my family.
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