I always thought I was pretty tolerant of things like dripping blood, people or pets throwing up, and other forms of gross stuff. Until today that is. I have managed to live through child birth, various surgical and dental procedures, all without getting too queezy. But the sight of mouthfuls of blood falling into the sink after wisdom teeth being removed, was enough to almost send me into major nausea. But I think it was mostly because I was hungry at the time and it was about 99 degrees in the house. But I survived without losing it and the aforementioned bleeding subsided within a couple of hours. But I do think the dentist could use a few more classes in bedside manner. It seemed like he was running some sort of conveyer line of patients needing their wisdom teeth taken out. And I swear his nurse is Miss Ratchet. She kept saying (almost yelling) “Wake UP!” And made us use a wheelchair to get to the car. Before the anesthesia was even worn off! Dentistry with that impersonal touch!