It's time we go to the doctor

My tooth is still killing me. I went to the dentist but he said my teeth are fine.
It's time we go to the doctor, my brother says. "We" means you!
My brother doesn't like to visit doctors. He stays far away from them.
I don't like doctors either. Been there too often, spent most of my life waiting there.. in the waiting room, undressed till a doctor found some time (often after hours) to look 10 secs at me.. waiting for a result (it never came). I don't trust them.

The good news is that my doctor doesn't like me either. So we both try not to meet that much.
Now I have to go. I can't find any alcohol left over to kill the nerve pains banging in my head and ear and whole face. Not that it works.. but at least drinking is better as doing nothing.
The doctor can't find a thing after not examining me and tells me to go back to the dentist.

So back to the dentist it is. The dentist is astonished I have so much pain. I think he is getting old. He saw me about 1 week ago. I told him how much pain I have and he can't remember it at all.
I want him to take out an old filling because I think that is the cause.
He is not very willing to do that, but during the next visits he is and discovers a small line on the bottom of my tooth. The cause of everything.
He repairs the tooth and we both hope it will hold for some years. Best the rest of my life!
I am not really looking forward to let it pull out and have a big hole over there.

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