carolm wrote:
Only it wasn't a nice, young doctor. He was near the end of his practice and DH would still dearly love to meet him in a dark alley - he was yelling at me to hold still and I was yelling back that I couldn't because it hurt too badly. Worst 45 minutes of my life.
Well, after that scream, I got that local anesthesia. Okay, the nice young doctor first told me that I was supposed to have gotten some pain meds, but I was rather quick at convincing him that they had long since worn off.
He sure didn't like screaming.
As I said, *nice* young doctor. Just a little delusional, I'd say.
