Just a story about oral surgeons, from some twenty-five years ago. Every word is true. I had an impacted wisdom tooth that my dentist didn't want to deal with because it was very close to a major nerve, so I was sent onto an oral surgeon. I made an appointment but when I arrived I was told that the surgeon had died of a heart attack, and the envelope containing my x-rays was open on his desk. I made a new appointment with another oral surgeon but as soon as he opened the envelope with my x-rays he emigrated to New Zealand. I don't remember what happened to the third one, but he disappeared as well. Later I heard that he too had died. Surgeon #4 gave me an appointment, did the job, and all has been well in that area ever since. As far as I know he's still fit and well.
My fingers are crossed for the oral surgeons at Broomfield. I really don't want to kill another one. Or two. Or three...
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