Today I am going to get my teeth cleaned. I enjoy these visits probably more than your average Joe.
My thinking goes along these lines: First, that chair is comfortable. It's like a Laz-E-Boy on steroids. I just snuggle in, lean my head back, and relax. I'd fall asleep if it weren't for the bright light in my face and the constant prodding of my gums with sharp instruments.
Second, how many other places can you go to get the sort of personal care that you get at a dentist's office? The hygienist treats each of your teeth with care, scraping away that tartar stuff and generally babying it. Ok, so your gums might bleed from so much personal attention, but isn't it worth it?
Third, my dentist in particular is computer-savvy. His original office software was Unix-based, and he knew it inside and out. He actually (unintentionally) shamed me into installing Windows 98 on my home system, because he had installed it first. Our conversations go something like this:
I actually have a hard time breaking away sometimes, particularly if I am the last patient of the day. But it's all good - I don't have to feign interest in sports or some such, and I get enjoyment when I can help him with some computer issue. Although truthfully, he is as helpful to me as I am to him.
Fourth, I seem to have hard teeth. I rarely get cavities, and when I do, they are typically fairly easy to fill. I enjoy the feeling of Novocain. The stench of burning enamel during drilling doesn't bother me much - I have a notoriously bad sense of smell. And that phantom "fat lip" after I get numbed up - that is a riot!
If only getting my car inspected could be so painless. But I shouldn't live in a dreamworld.
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