How is that for size

Oh my...my day started out with a trip to the dentist first thing...to replace a broken temporary crown.
Now it is either I got the office klutz who was just promoted (since she remarked that she has been ONLY working there for 9 months now)...or she was having a really bad day....which just made my promising one...a terrible beginning.
I was early...as I normally am (for everything)...and so get in way before the 10 AM appointment....Very Good!...I thought.
In and out in maybe 20 to 30 minutes...hopefully.
Our first meeting (since she can't recall ever seeing me before...but then enquired if she was the one who made the temporary crown...???...I should have ran out of the room screaming then) began with her dumping all the instrument on the floor.
Bare in mind...there is no cap on the exposed root of the tooth...since it was broken.
And so I explained to her that the cap broke on Thursday afternoon, on of all things...a chunk of Chocolate Cip, in a chaoclate chip cookie...LOL!...but today was the earliest appointment I could get...and that the exposed area is very sensitive...VERY sensitive.
She then began by Blowing a bust of cold air on the tooth to clear the area.
I damn near shot out of the chair and through the roof!
"Oh!"...she remarked..."sensitive!"...?????...(WTF!)
She apologized and then swabbed the tooth with a de-sensitize...and immediately..blew some air on the exposed knob again...Fuck!
"Oh!...sorry"....let me leave you for a bit and allow that to take hold...before you get angry at me.."
In my mind...as she scampered from the room...angry...is putting it mildly.
When she got back...of course her first task...was to spritz the area with air....
"Still a bit sensitive...let me use a gauze then.."
Much better...and I thought...'what apparition produces these people?'
To make a new ceramic replacement tooth...she had me clamp down on a cold jell.....after a few minuets she removed the mold...and without even a second thought said..."I'll be right back...and left the room"...???
My mouth is of course spotted with remnants left over from the drying jell.
Oh well....so much for caring for the patient.
I paused thinking she would wake up from whatever stupor she was in...and return to removed the residue.
No such luck...so I removed the drying bits myself....lucky for me too...the last 2 pieces by then had hardened almost to the point where had I not forced it out of place, she would have had to maybe Novocaine me, and use the drill or grinder to remove the pieces.
She returned all la-de-da and cheerful, to fit the new temporary crown.

It broke while she was cleaning it with the pick.
Oh mother of God!...Noooooo!
I had to go through the process again.
For the next 40 minutes I had to hear...often..."I am sorry...I don't want to NOT be your friend"
But she kept on blowing...then remember...and gauze.
Talk about frayed nerve ends!
This time...I steeled my mind to the sudden pain each time she applied cold air...and then after the third spritz...the dim-wit remembered (by now I was gripping the chair handle with White knuckles) and began cleaning the area with the gauze.
The second attempt at fitting the new temp was a success...she thinks.
I just did not let on that it was not a good fit.
The 30 minute process...was not over an hour long...and I wanted to be away from the pain.
At least the tooth is covered...and I will damn sure protect the area by eating on the other side.
When I slid hurriedly out the chair to be gone...and she bid me a good day...I bit my lip, for fear of saying what was on my mind.
'Mouth gets ass in trouble, ass can't ask mouth why'...is what my father use to say.
What was on the tip of my mind?..."bend over B***h let me shove a ice cold Heineken bottle up your ass!", and ask..."is that cool with U?"