It takes me back to when my hubby had a toothache. Against my advice, he decided to go to the dentist at the hospital. So he's in the waiting room, and a large Ni Van walks towards him in an absolutely filthy, blood splattered coat/apron. It's amazing how quickly a toothache gets better. He high tailed it out of there. For once, he admitted I maybe right.
Apparently the private detists here are great. One was a trauma dentist in an A & E somewhere in the world.