Dentistry is a Dark Art
It’s like a combination of alchemy, witchcraft, and auto repair. And its practitioners strike me more as tragic vessels than lusty torturers. Dentistry moves through them, demon-style.
Can you imagine having to stick needles in people’s heads every fucking day???
Today I was privy to these Mysterious Exchanges between my sad-eyed dentist and his anxious, ever-wincing hygienist:
- “We’ll need to make a slurry of pumice.”
- “Okay, hand me the etch.”
- “If the contact doesn’t hold, we can open it with a serra. Which reminds me, let’s make sure we have enough serras for next time.”
Of course he wasn’t talking about my next time, but being a narcissistic dentaphobe with bad tooth genes, I felt an ominous shiver run through me. There is always a next time.
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