Open it Wide!
Well when growing up mom dreamt that I would be a doctor and I said no and mom agreed after all being a doctor means 5 years MBBS and then specialization and then mom looked at other career choices for me and made a suggestion… I screamed my head off and said “I never will spend my life putting my hands into someone’s mouth” Well you guess it mom wanted her to be the much dreaded dentist!
Today, both of us are not dentists and both of them do not plan to make a career switch and get into dental school in the near future. Then why write about dentist now you may ask. Well I had a much dreaded dentist visit yesterday to fill up some cavities.
I had been putting it off for a while citing school and exams as an excuse and finally I end up under the lights, on the reclining chair with my mouth wide open . Me, the smart one opted to sleep instead of watching a movie and with lavender filled eye mask in place I tried to forget that there were 2 people digging into my mouth with instruments that look like construction equipment(which I knows all about! After all I spent four full years trying to learn how to construct building! the civil engineer me) crowbars , plyers, spades, drills, soldering iron, vacuum pumps all playing merrily in her mouth. Numb and trying to relax I mentally rehearsed the dance item she is currently learning, she even went over my research plan (something I never doe and all the while the dentists kept digging. They assumed me to be asleep and I wonder how anyone can sleep with their mouth propped open by a jaw pillow (or whatever it is called) and the sound of a vacuum sucker motor right next to your ears and two people discussing if the cavity was in the gum or the tooth. The radio cooed some song I never have heard and I kept my eyes tightly closed under the eye mask for 2+ hours willing the process to get over and my bladder to wait a few more minutes.
I am not the one to be scared of dentists, afterall I have a history of dental problems be it being a calcium-deficient baby with bunny rabbit teeth till she was three (for more details contact mom, she sure loves telling all embarrassing stories about my childhood and talking about how her baby has grown-up and from there she’ll jump over to how she wishes for a grandkid!!) or the crooked teeth that need braces when I was 13. I have visited a wide range of dentists and their clinics and witnessed their techniques and tested their patience. I am a seasoned veteran to dentist visits but I still hate it!
And after yesterday’s episode, I am left with a sore gum and hungry. Drinking soups for lunch and dinner is no fun believe me! Well nothing against the dentists, they did their job and I hate their profession and not them personally! I wonder if they have friends outside their profession.. hmm thinking about it we really don’t have any dentist friends…
Today, both of us are not dentists and both of them do not plan to make a career switch and get into dental school in the near future. Then why write about dentist now you may ask. Well I had a much dreaded dentist visit yesterday to fill up some cavities.
I had been putting it off for a while citing school and exams as an excuse and finally I end up under the lights, on the reclining chair with my mouth wide open . Me, the smart one opted to sleep instead of watching a movie and with lavender filled eye mask in place I tried to forget that there were 2 people digging into my mouth with instruments that look like construction equipment(which I knows all about! After all I spent four full years trying to learn how to construct building! the civil engineer me) crowbars , plyers, spades, drills, soldering iron, vacuum pumps all playing merrily in her mouth. Numb and trying to relax I mentally rehearsed the dance item she is currently learning, she even went over my research plan (something I never doe and all the while the dentists kept digging. They assumed me to be asleep and I wonder how anyone can sleep with their mouth propped open by a jaw pillow (or whatever it is called) and the sound of a vacuum sucker motor right next to your ears and two people discussing if the cavity was in the gum or the tooth. The radio cooed some song I never have heard and I kept my eyes tightly closed under the eye mask for 2+ hours willing the process to get over and my bladder to wait a few more minutes.
I am not the one to be scared of dentists, afterall I have a history of dental problems be it being a calcium-deficient baby with bunny rabbit teeth till she was three (for more details contact mom, she sure loves telling all embarrassing stories about my childhood and talking about how her baby has grown-up and from there she’ll jump over to how she wishes for a grandkid!!) or the crooked teeth that need braces when I was 13. I have visited a wide range of dentists and their clinics and witnessed their techniques and tested their patience. I am a seasoned veteran to dentist visits but I still hate it!
And after yesterday’s episode, I am left with a sore gum and hungry. Drinking soups for lunch and dinner is no fun believe me! Well nothing against the dentists, they did their job and I hate their profession and not them personally! I wonder if they have friends outside their profession.. hmm thinking about it we really don’t have any dentist friends…
And just a note – this is another attention-seeking rant from me… 😉 and remember to brush and floss regularly guys
amma
April 30, 2007 at 10:17 amThatz really true-you are getting old and I next a real little kid to talk about now!The innocent smile and the soft skin-hmmm itz time you made mom happy !
amma
Kavi
April 27, 2007 at 6:16 pmSome good food for thought ! isnt it ?! 🙂