Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Pain and Reflection

Now by this title you probably think my post today will be deep. If you are looking for deep, sign off now. Today's post is about the the morning visit to the dentist.


Now, as medical issues go. This one is minor. Very minor. But it was painful, annoying, and expensive, and generally pissed me off.


I arrived at the "Dental Arts" office where they have key lighting, an aquarium, wireless internet, a fountain, piped in symphonies, and cable tv. They have warm cloths for your face, headphones, and other spa-like options. They offer you tea or coffee (doesn't that stain your teeth?) and generally pamper you in the receiving lobby.


BUT IT'S ALL A BIG RUSE! They are just trying to get you all relaxed so you can pour yourself into that extra padded reclining chair and pretend its a lazy-boy and you're settling in for a nice nap before the Chief Torture Master arrives with all her nasty tools.




This really isn't fair. She's a nice lady and I know she is just doing her job, but MOTHER OF GOD is it really necessary for you to lean in and use five different tools in my mouth to get a little tartar out???


Seriously.


At one point, I was pulling back from her and thinking, "live and let live on the tartar babe...really...no need to get out the nukes..." Everytime I winced and whimpered she flatly replied, "sorry"...and kept right on at it.


When she finally gave me a break to rinse I was exhausted. Then she says (sweetly), "You may have a little tenderness in that one area today."


UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR.


So, is this post the most boring, most whining, most overstated misery post you ever read? I mean many of you have probably had root canals, major surgery (dental or otherwise), suffered disease, painful treatments, etc. and here I am complaining about a few metal tools digging out a little tartar in my mouth.


But such is my world. Made up of small dramas and equally small moments of joys. Little blips on the radar of life.

9 comments:

Mrs. Booms said...

I'm with you, I hate the dentist.

I used to love it, but now, I really hate it. Your justified. :)

Catch Her in the Wry said...

If that's a pic of your hygentist's try, I think I'd be finding another. :)

Catch Her in the Wry said...

I meant hygentist's tray.

Catch Her in the Wry said...

I really meant "hygenist's." Is it Monday?

A's Mom said...

Yeah, I don't think I'd be going there either if those are the tools they used. Is that a bottle of novocaine??

kellypea said...

Great post -- I'm not a lover of going to the dentist, either. Ick.

Boogaloo Dude said...

What the hell kind of dentist are you going to anyway?

KiKi said...

I'm with you on this one... I'd take a root canal over a cleaning ANY DAY. Seriously.

Anonymous said...

I wrote a similar post awhile back called "Medieval Torture - My Trip to the Dentist." I have to agree with you wholeheartedly on the whole thing. And what's with how happy those people are? I seriously think it's just because they get to take out all of their frustrations on us.