Friday, June 6, 2008

Root canal

If we could have a raise of hands of those who hate going to the dentist, I think there would be no hands left. I abhor going there. although my dentist Dr. Miller is the sweetest and kindest dentist I've ever gone to, those buzzing and sharp instruments are the stuff of nightmare. I've met some of the bravest people who shriek like violets at the mention of the D word. Why is that? (I myself just had my 2ND root canal this year yesterday. Had 3 shoots of Novocain and half of my face is still swollen from it.) I think it's has something to do with the fact that we can't really see what they are doing and the fact that mouth pain are the worst. We can tolerate all sort of pain but mouth pain I think brings out the monster in all of us. And it's not as if there are a lot of choices where you have it. There are dentists and the dentist. So hence our dread. Plus dentist office have the feeling of entering the NSA's secret experimental laboratory. It's always cold and they have all these lights and sharp things sticking out all over the place. Dreadful places. Yet what can we do. It's not like we can grow an extra set of teeth if we lose our current set. This isn't a bad haircut. So fellow man and woman...take a deep breath and go to the dentist. It's better than drinking your steak through a straw!

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