clinical precision
I had my visit to the dentist today. It is always the debate of whether to go for the check up, or wait for the rumored blinding pain that would have you be very happy to be sitting in that chair. However, since I chose the check up route, today was complete terror.
There you are, tilted all the way back in a chair, a bright light in your eyes, while someone you have only just met orders you to open your mouth and ... starts the scraping.
In my experience these people are always nice looking ladies, maybe it is because they all have their hair tied back, I don't know, but it sure makes you wonder why someone like this decided to devote their life to scraping teeth. Also, why have they decided to put on the radio station that plays things like the gogo dolls, or phil collins? This always happens to me too, the same songs, there must be some vibe, some order about this kind of music and scraping teeth that will forever be lost to me.
So now you have to contend with this light, the scraping in your head, and this music. The first thought that comes to mind is what could be worse? You realize you have considerable trouble thinking of something... fed to lions? nah, eaten by a whale... nah ... desterted in antartica..hmmm... nah ... given 100 injections in the back.. that is it! Bingo! Just when you have found this out, your resident teeth scraper decides to pull out an example of what she has been scraping off of your teeth. There infront of is a metal hook, the kind you imagine, they use to gut fish with. She proceeds to explain to you that the yellow material on the hook is all the plaque buildup on your teeth "this is where the microbes are, try to brush more against the gums" you note this, but are still a little distracted by the mixture of red you notice on the hook, ahh well, nevermind the scraping has started again.
So now, what is this plaque, what are these microbial organisms, and why do they like eating my teeth? As she scrapes away, you begin too feel a kind of conection, some deep primeval connection that these microbs are meant to be there, you want them there, you want them there a lot more than the scraping.
Somewhere along the line, and for no reason she decided to take a break to ask me where I was from. I didn't feel like talking, so as abruptly as possible I tell her I am from the west, the mountains...she takes this into account and says, as if to purposly answer the question everyone asks "my husband and I just bought a place in the mountains and we are thinking of moving there soon" ... so that is why she does it.
After about two enternities, when you have replayed the whole evolution of every species in your head twice, she finally stops, and moves on to brushing a paste on your teeth with a mechanical tooth-brush.You lay back there wonderring how many microbes are having the worst natural disaster in years, they are getting wiped out by the thousands, whole cities of these microbes are being distroyed... you reflect on this thought, and almost immediately realize how jelous you are of these microbes, you want trade places with them, you REALLY want to trade places with them. You want your whole life to be eating away at bits of food in people's mouth until you wear away little holes in their teeth, or get wiped out completely. This all makes sense, what does NOT make sense is lying back in a chair and having your teeth scraped.
I will spare you the story of when the dentist came in, it is too painful.
There you are, tilted all the way back in a chair, a bright light in your eyes, while someone you have only just met orders you to open your mouth and ... starts the scraping.
In my experience these people are always nice looking ladies, maybe it is because they all have their hair tied back, I don't know, but it sure makes you wonder why someone like this decided to devote their life to scraping teeth. Also, why have they decided to put on the radio station that plays things like the gogo dolls, or phil collins? This always happens to me too, the same songs, there must be some vibe, some order about this kind of music and scraping teeth that will forever be lost to me.
So now you have to contend with this light, the scraping in your head, and this music. The first thought that comes to mind is what could be worse? You realize you have considerable trouble thinking of something... fed to lions? nah, eaten by a whale... nah ... desterted in antartica..hmmm... nah ... given 100 injections in the back.. that is it! Bingo! Just when you have found this out, your resident teeth scraper decides to pull out an example of what she has been scraping off of your teeth. There infront of is a metal hook, the kind you imagine, they use to gut fish with. She proceeds to explain to you that the yellow material on the hook is all the plaque buildup on your teeth "this is where the microbes are, try to brush more against the gums" you note this, but are still a little distracted by the mixture of red you notice on the hook, ahh well, nevermind the scraping has started again.
So now, what is this plaque, what are these microbial organisms, and why do they like eating my teeth? As she scrapes away, you begin too feel a kind of conection, some deep primeval connection that these microbs are meant to be there, you want them there, you want them there a lot more than the scraping.
Somewhere along the line, and for no reason she decided to take a break to ask me where I was from. I didn't feel like talking, so as abruptly as possible I tell her I am from the west, the mountains...she takes this into account and says, as if to purposly answer the question everyone asks "my husband and I just bought a place in the mountains and we are thinking of moving there soon" ... so that is why she does it.
After about two enternities, when you have replayed the whole evolution of every species in your head twice, she finally stops, and moves on to brushing a paste on your teeth with a mechanical tooth-brush.You lay back there wonderring how many microbes are having the worst natural disaster in years, they are getting wiped out by the thousands, whole cities of these microbes are being distroyed... you reflect on this thought, and almost immediately realize how jelous you are of these microbes, you want trade places with them, you REALLY want to trade places with them. You want your whole life to be eating away at bits of food in people's mouth until you wear away little holes in their teeth, or get wiped out completely. This all makes sense, what does NOT make sense is lying back in a chair and having your teeth scraped.
I will spare you the story of when the dentist came in, it is too painful.