Friday, November 7, 2008

Mrs Justa and the dentist

Can ya tell where I was last week. Yep the dentist. Another pondering moment in my mind, why would anyone want to be a dentist? Drool, bad breath, tartar, little tiny tools,image little miniature drills and sanders, drool, looking at tongues, lips, nose hair. Now don't get me wrong, I am glad there are dentists, thankful they have this passion     but why...what would inspire someone to want to look in maybe 30 mouths a day.  image

And how do they understand people speaking open mouth lingo?   Did you ever have your mouth pried open and the dentist or dental hygienist asks you where you work? Or the dentist is drilling and wants to know how the weather was on your way in? You try to talk without moving your lips, jaws or tongue, and they understand your explanation. Ugg uggg uggg ugg.. and they nod at you , like understand you fluently.

Then when they clamp that piece of metal around a tooth they are filling, have you ever had them tighten the screw of the clamp and not realize a part of your lip in in the way. Youch!

Or when they have to give you Novocain just under your nose- man the eyes start watering, and it feels like it takes forever. And where do you look as your dentist is 4 inches from your eyes. I hate breathing with him that close, I try to look beyond his face at the ceiling tiles, I don't want to stare in his eyes, that is totally weird. And they must be thinking the same thing when they are close enough to bite my nose . I refuse to let my mouth fill with saliva, cuz most of the time the suckey thing is sucking the inside of my cheek and making little hickies in it. SO I swallow, trying to leave my tongue in place, ahhh, the life at the dentist is not fun.

Have you ever had a dentist that sweats profusely as he is looking down on you? Oh I did when I was a teen, and every once in a while he would have a droplet hit my face.

Nope- I am not understanding if a dentist is born with that thought, like from the moment they are conceived they know they want to be a dentist. Or when was it they decided it was what they wanted to do? Hmmm. I have to go back next month, already dreading it. And again as I sit there, talking open mouth lingo, I will wonder what made these folks want to do this job, and when they are through I will thank them. For they are special people to want to do this job.  Love Mrs justa ( photos courtesy of google image)


preciousrock said...

Cindy, you silly girl, lol. Little hickies in your mouth? lol

Mark Krusen said...

PR, I can't think of any other way to describe it LOL. I get to go back to have the outside of a root of a tooth scraped. Now does that not sound like fun? Some kind of peridontal deal. Yuck. Until later! Cindy

Immi said...

I'll have to ask him if he was born wanting to be a dentist when I see him soon, and why the heck he wants to do it. And yes, the little hickies thing is a hoot :)

Mark Krusen said...

Immi, Let me know what he says! Just make sure you ask him before the mouth is jarred open :) LOL. And watch out for that sucking thing.. Cindy