I used to be a tough person. After 30+ hours of hard labour pains, I could handle any pain, I thought. Ride the wave until it is over.
When we were living in paradise I lost a filling and eventually found this young Indian dentist and there we were, she in her gorgeous sari, me sitting on one of these ubiquitous white plastic chairs, shining the torch into my open mouth, while she drilled and sanded and whatnot without any anesthetics. We had a good laugh afterwards.
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