etc.

I’ve got pretty good teeth so I’ve never been apprehensive about going to the dentist. Having poor short-term or fallible memory helps too because by the time the next cleaning appointment rolls around, I usually only remember the clean, smoothness of freshly scaled and polished teeth, never the dull ache that results from 45 minutes of poking and prodding that ends up feeling like someone’s taken a hammer to your teeth and leaves you with clamped jaws, wishing you had a piece of raw hide to gnaw on.