Dentist

Ahh, yes, the dentist.  That lovely man, or woman, who gets paid to stick metal objects in your mouth, cause you pain, and tell you to do it again in 6 months.

I am drawn yet again to Bill Cosby.  He does a wonderful rendition that I am not even going to try to imitate because I won't do it justice.  However, according to Bill, his anticts start out by telling you that the dentist tells you never to stick sharp objects in your mouth, and proceeds to poke you with a sharp hook.  Then, he asks you questions with his big hands in your mouth that you have no way of answering intelligently.  Still, the dentist pretends to know what you are talking about and finishes what he is doing.  He then proceeds to ask you how you are feeling, after the large novicane injection, and acts surprised when you tell him that you have drool coming out of your mouth, let alone you can't feel the entire side of  your face, yet you are still asked these silly questions.  Then, asking him to rinse seems like the most daunting task yet.  It really his hilarious, and suggest you check it out on youtube or something of the like.  Really is worth the listen, even if you have listened to it 1 or 100 times.  You will chuckle.

I had the pleasure of visiting my dentist twice this week.  Yes, twice.  And let me tell something to you, I never had cavities until I was pregnant.  (Thanks, girls!)  So yes, I was subjected to the small talk.  I am sure that when they attend dental school training, they are given assignments of how to make small talk, but your job is to clean my teeth, not tell me the color you are thinking about painting the walls of your bathroom.  I mean, really?  Do they tell you these things to distract you, or them?  Are they trying to make your time go faster or theirs? 

I do have to give props to my dentist.  In the 10+ years I have been his patient, I have had a few cavities noticed by him in the past few years, and they have all been a pleasant experience.  Not like it is something I am hoping for at my next visit or anything, but it isn't as long and drawn out as dear Bill recites.


Ahh....the things my children make me so.  Like get cavities.  Ben and Jerry's cake batter ice cream sounds good for dinner tonight!