so yeah,
i had to write an essay / paragraph about shakespeares trip to the dentist back in elizabethan times,
but i cant think of a good title for it.
any suggestions ?
heres the essay ;
So I went to the dentist one day because one of my teeth fell out. It was right in the front so I had to get a new one put it. When I went there, they said they didn’t have any human teeth left so I had to get a sheep’s tooth put in my mouth. It was absolutely disgusting. I also found out that something was wrong with one of my back teeth so I had to get that one pulled. They used this thing called a “key with claw.” It dislocated the tooth right from the socket. I almost passed out from the pain. At least they didn’t use the “pelican” on me. That thing seemed even more like a torture device than what they used on my teeth. The “pelican” dragged the tooth out sideways. A dog’s tooth replaced that one that got pulled. After both of my new – well, new to me, teeth were put in; I had to get them cleaned. They scrubbed them with a mix of pumice stone, brick and coral. I heard that the mix might ruin my teeth because it can wear the enamel off, but my mom said I had to get them cleaned anyway. They also told me to drink water and vinegar, then chew masticke and wash my mouth out with a solution of annis seeds, mints, and cloves sodden in wine. I really hope nothing else goes wrong with my teeth because I definitely do not want to go back to that horrible place.