Precision Dental Group

Don’t you just love an afternoon spent in the dental chair?
If so, please return to your local mental health facility. They’ve been looking for you. No one, even those in the profession, likes to have their mouth pried open, grinding tools creating a construction zone in the maw, suction devices invading one of the most private areas of your being.
But! I finally took my broken tooth over to Hinckley’s Financial District, where the capable and friendly tooth-​masons of Precision performed a swift, painless and really-​not-​all-​that-​unpleasant half hour returning my grill to full functionality. (I had been prepared for at least an hour, some mandibular pain, a few days of talkin’ funny. Okay, funny-​ER.) What a relief to be able to chew on both sides, every molar mating just so with it’s partner molar.
Pleasant office, very modern and new, all the latest toothy technology. Country music in the background. Not live, but still. Can’t ever’body play no banjo the live-​long day, amiright?
«I pray thee, peace. I will be flesh and blood,
For there was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently,
However they have writ the style of gods
And made a push at chance and sufferance.»
Billy «Bicuspid» Shakespeare