why my dentist rocks
Normally going to the dentist is something I fear and loathe, and I really do hate it, on a basic motor level. I hate the numbing the most, I think, as I sit here 3 hours post local anesthesia with a still incommunicado upper lip. Being a red head, I have extra sensitivity to anesthesia. Redheads are either hypersensitive, staying numb for hours, or hyposensitive and the stuff runs through em like laxatives. Lucky me, I am hypersensitive, and the shit WORKS! when I think about me in general, it goes along the "me" lines that I would milk that goddamn anesthesia for everything its worth, letting it linger for as long as possible, as I am a bit of a ruminator. the actual drilling stuff isn't so bad, besides the smell.
here's why my dentist rocks...he's cute, he's funny, smart, weird. he takes time to talk to me. they have an easy listening radio station on in the office and this barry white song comes on and he turns to me, mid-drill, with instruments hanging out of my mouth and says "you know what's great about this song? the cowbell." I lose it, and he does to. laughing with your mouth stuffed with suctions and tubes is not easy. he referred to the book 1984 today as well. He always tells me how he was engaged to a redhead once. He has theories about the psyche of redheads. He travels a lot and loves australia. he told me I have "tight canals" (as in "you have tight canals, my dear" with a pat on the shoulder). the guy hasn't owned a tv in 12 years. he made a reference to dressing up in women's clothes by candlelight, at which point his father, also a dentist in that office, leaned and told him to stay out of his mom's closet. he's tall, handsome and well built. yadda yadda yadda.
so while I abate my flow of gush for this guy, I have to say that anyone would find a visit with this dude at least bearable.
but I could be wrong.
hopefully he will never randomly find me on blogger.
so I encourage the masses to go to the DENTIST!!!! find someone you like who will entertain you while they stick needles in your gums and shoot tooth chips down your throat. someone who claims that the "you're so vain" song was written about him.
just don't go over your insurance cap for how much they will pay for with your dentist. root canals get expensive.
H
here's why my dentist rocks...he's cute, he's funny, smart, weird. he takes time to talk to me. they have an easy listening radio station on in the office and this barry white song comes on and he turns to me, mid-drill, with instruments hanging out of my mouth and says "you know what's great about this song? the cowbell." I lose it, and he does to. laughing with your mouth stuffed with suctions and tubes is not easy. he referred to the book 1984 today as well. He always tells me how he was engaged to a redhead once. He has theories about the psyche of redheads. He travels a lot and loves australia. he told me I have "tight canals" (as in "you have tight canals, my dear" with a pat on the shoulder). the guy hasn't owned a tv in 12 years. he made a reference to dressing up in women's clothes by candlelight, at which point his father, also a dentist in that office, leaned and told him to stay out of his mom's closet. he's tall, handsome and well built. yadda yadda yadda.
so while I abate my flow of gush for this guy, I have to say that anyone would find a visit with this dude at least bearable.
but I could be wrong.
hopefully he will never randomly find me on blogger.
so I encourage the masses to go to the DENTIST!!!! find someone you like who will entertain you while they stick needles in your gums and shoot tooth chips down your throat. someone who claims that the "you're so vain" song was written about him.
just don't go over your insurance cap for how much they will pay for with your dentist. root canals get expensive.
H
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