In a humorous list of tweets about therapy one said, "You pay your therapist a lot of money. Go ahead and fart in there."

Recently my T ended up with a dental problem. He looked like he'd gotten into a bar fight.

I'd probably not say anything and just go. Life is life. It happens. If it particularly bothered me I might be like, "Dude, check this out. !" because that's how I handle things I'm embarrassed about.