Finding a dentist through recommendation went without a hitch, finding the place was another matter altogether. After being given a map with landmarks as directions I set off in search of what I was hoping would be a reputable and clean dentist.
Surprise, a 30 foot sign indicated with an arrow we were in the vicinity of the dentists, and a dirt road led us to a three storey house. Without the need for anaesthesia I was looking forward to this momentous occasion where I would not have to walk out of the dentists with the feeling that half my face was sliding toward my neck. I will skip over the detail of the dental-causing nervous chatter, sweaty palms and forehead to the exaltation of being able to eat without ripping my tongue to shreds and need of further exploration in my oral cavity.
There is nothing like a visit to the dentist to make a chocolate recidivist like me think twice before my next foray with the sweet, delectable and hormone-enhancing substance!