I go to the dentist and find that my aunt is not in the spirit. Kirkorov with a pink cough. Without clarifying allergic reactions, underlying diseases, pressure, etc. - some kind of anesthetic is dullly inserted. In the middle of the process, the throat is sharply crushed and dried, a feeling as if the glass was pressed. Attempts to explain what I was worse came across with blinking in the eyes, choking, and advice to treat the nerves. I endure for a while, but when I begin to squeeze like a steam car, my aunt irritatedly throws the tools:
Are you asthmatic?! to
Yes, in the last session you recorded it on the map.
Do it without anesthesia.
No 0 will be. I disagree with less than 1.5-2 doses at all, the last time we discussed everything again, and everything went well.
- Well, quickly sat down, opened my mouth, otherwise I will not say anything to you right now. One ampoule is enough, and about these yours "I find it hard to breathe" to a psychiatrist
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Oh yeah yes! gone from here!
In a deep hike, I go out to the reception to rewrite the date of the session, and I learn that my aunt has resigned today. Question: Was it nahua to take a customer in distracted feelings?