For centuries generations of humans have been confronting to tribulations of dental ailments, pharaohs and caesars king and paupers alike have all prayed finally for the barber surgeon who cold relieve their ailment. Even robert burns
the famous lionized scottish poet wrote a poem about his twelve month tooth ache.
"my curse upon your venom'd stang,
that shoots my tortur'd gooms alang,
an' thro' my lug gies monie a twang
wh' gnawing vengeance,
tearing my nerves wi' bitter pang,
like racking engines! "
for goodness sake get your self you a dentist now!
dr neil mcleod dds
that lasts - quality that counts.