I have no idea what they put in that anesthetic but I’m off my tree.
I just spent an hour with Dr. John getting the last bottom quadrants filed down.
The molar was really playing up.
‘Another injection? he asks.
And is the pope fucking Catholic?.
He’s put a temporary guard on the filed down teeth.
It looks great.
‘Imagine what the end product will look like.’
I’m imagining and I’m loving it.
I filmed the whole process.
This is B grade at its best.
Dr. John is really good in front of the camera.
I couldn’t ask for a better performer.
‘It’s you being operated on,’ he reminds me.
The numbness has gone down.
He tells me I’m getting 16 crowns, not the twelve, a figure I had stuck in my head.
And I’m now negotiating the last four.
‘That molar is structurally unsound,’ he says.
A piece of a filling from a hatchet job by my Indonesian dentist has been pinching my gums.
Dr John extracts its.
‘No wonder it hurt,’ he says and shows me.
‘It’s as sharp as a dagger.’
He’s happy with the progress.
He’s never had a customer have all his teeth filed down in three sessions over a few days.
‘Very impressive.’
He’s promising me a new smile. And if I don’t get laid, he’ll refund me.
‘Right?’ I asked him on camera. He hammed it up.
I’ll be using the footage as an education footage and hopefully flog his services back home.
I’d think there’s nothing better than to undermine the dentists back in my home country.
‘They order their ceramic teeth from our lab here in Manila,’ he says.
And charge ten times the price.
Dr. John has really got me thinking.
There’s some easy money to made.
Irrespective of what I’ve written, I’m still off my tree.
‘At the least the whores won’t be able to steal your money now,’ says Dr. John who is running with my craziness. ‘Tell them that your teeth are your money.’
It's money well spent, I say and just plain funny and accurate.
It's money well spent, I say and just plain funny and accurate.
