A dentist is reputed to be the last doctor you want to visit, because he always finds something wrong with you. Who really wants a deceptively smiley guy revealing the rotting bed of a life-threatening cavity that will cost half a car loan to pay off? It's like finding yourself the foolish son in Proverbs meeting the adulterous woman in your own back yard, and you don't remember inviting her in--but there she is and something must be done about her or you or you'll both go down together in the rotten cavitated heap of a former tooth.
Well, my new dentist today was an excellent sort of man. Born and raised in a family of Marines, he runs a tight ship of friendly hygenists with great tooth-veneer jobs that brighten his office with their smile. It's an humble office, with tiny operating rooms. The Dr. himself is on par with an elderly war vet, as he dons night-vision looking goggles and a lazer beam to detect cavities. My teeth are by inheiritance immaculate, yet weak in the rear joints; for I left with the need to return for a refill of an old childhood cavity. Would that the sins of our youth were as gone as forgotten in the old past!
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Word. I had a cavity that a dentist sealed in and it turned into a root canal. Ugh. The nasty thing was the burning smell from the drill, and the sight of my own blood spattered on the dentist's shirt.
It's awfully tempting to say, I TOLD you to brush your teeth! :-D
Your brother spent the same day in the dentist's chair as you did, only he got a root canal. Again. Oh, dear.
mamalinda,
It was not your son that was paying for his past sins...
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