Locating an NHS dentist is a nightmare these days. This is due to the fact most dentists, on graduating, tend to the poor and sick in the same vein as Mother Teresa for a few years before moving to a private practice at the first opportunity.
I can't really say I blame them. The option of being paid a lot more money to examine rich people over telling residents of Europe's worst city for dental health that if they stopped drinking Irn-Bru they wouldn't need so many fillings, is a no brainer.
So when I discovered there was an NHS dentist not far my where I live who was willing to put me on their books, I felt like Charlie Bucket with he unwrapped the chocolate bar to find that golden ticket.... not that I would be eating many chocolate bars after being informed I needed two fillings on my first visit.
My dentist, Rennison, had a soothing voice and laid back manner which put me at ease. However, I hate that bit where the dentist sits you in the chair and talk to you for a few minutes to help you "relax.". It just makes me even more nervous about whatever horrors are coming next.
Good pile of magazines in the waiting room. read more