Three little things I thought of today while sitting in a dentist's chair:
1. Do they hire Jewish mothers to teach dental hygenists the nuance of the guilt trip? Do they really think that ordering me to floss every day, threatening dire dental consequences if I don't, is going to make me want to come in for my cleanings/x-rays on a more regular basis? Confession: It has been five years since my last trip to the dentist. Yes, my teeth survived. I am the picture of dental health, my teeth cavity free. Woohoo. And yet, the guilt. I'm not in danger of needing a set of wooden teeth any time in the near future, but you would never know it from the way my dentist & dental hygenist were talking. Sheesh.
2. What kind of person aspires to spend all day with their fingers buried in other people's mouths? Seriously. Or podiatrists. What gives a person that kind of passion for feet? Or dermatology. Emergencies & surgeries I get, but the more sedate medical specialties don't inspire any depth of passion in me, so I'm wondering what kind of person is drawn to them? Your thoughts?
3. Lastly, why do they talk to you while there are sharp implements in your mouth? My dentist & dental hygenist are lovely people and marvelous conversationalists, but it's hard to get a word in edgewise when they are poking at your teeth and gums. I bet dentists would be great bloggers. They talk and talk and talk and then at the end, the patient gets two seconds to insert a comment before the dentist takes off on another post. Ya think? Dentists as frustrated bloggers? Yay? Nay?
P.S. What do you think of when you're in a dentist's chair?