Tooth and nail(s)
I hate the dentist. Iíd rather eat dirt than go to the dentist. Of course, if I ate dirt, then Iíd need to go to the dentist more often. Itís a vicious circle.
I had a dentist appointment today, and I suppose it went ďOK.Ē The dentist was generally pleased, but then they always are. After all, Iím the one with a drill in my mouth, not him. Iíll be blunt, I am a dental weenie. An absolute coward and crybaby. (My previous dentist in Connecticut had even put a note to that effect in my records when he sent them to my new dentist here. I was warned on my first visit about biting, and was told that under no circumstances would he tolerate being grabbed by the throat.)
To keep from panicking and running out the door screaming with the little paper bib they give you flapping in the breeze, I try as much as possible when Iím in the chair to focus on something else. Anything else. This trip, I focused on the tools.
Itís amazing, and more than a little disconcerting, to realize that thereís a tremendous similarity between their tools and ours. We both have power drills, we both have hammers (ours are bigger), we both have hand tools, chisels, knives and files. The main difference, of course, is that we woodworkers never put our tools in our mouths. Well, not intentionally, anyway.
So as Iím undergoing my torture, the dentist is chattering away as is their habit, and Iím doing my best to ignore him as is my habit, when he says, ďI bet I could cut some great dovetails with this thing, donít you think?Ē
Now, my dentist isnít a woodworker, so Iím guessing he Googled some woodworking terms just to toss at me and get me off guard. And as heís chattering, he tosses in a comment about using some 120-grit sandpaper to smooth my filings.
I was really touched that heíd go to all the trouble to make me feel comfortable, and as I started paying more attention to what he was saying, responding occasionally with a muffled, ďGerfmizzle blss thagfussĒ or something like that (even I couldnít understand what I was saying), my dental work was suddenly over. He was done and I could go home.
Canít say I enjoyed the trip to the dentist, but I have to admit that it could have been worse. Thanks to his looking up a few woodworking terms to toss out, I actually did relax in the chair a bit more than usual.
More importantly, I never grabbed him by the throat.
Till next time,